Quick recap what i learned this weekend:
VS
and i'm the asshole who left about enough to fill the area below the bottom of the label behind of the latter.
mix that with about 6 yuenglings and you've got yourself a very interesting night.
I woke up wrapped up in my sleeping bag on a hardwood floor with no pillow and it was freezing cold.
I was lucky. Jay ended up really sick and hallucinating. i was in dreamland for the whoooooooole thing.
and then we went dress shopping today for kim's wedding. The bride is a size 2. the other bridesmaids are size 6 and 8. Me? Thanks to having a fabulass and tits, i am a size 12. I thought my mom was going to throw up when i told her. The support was amazing. but i digress, it looks amazing and for a lady with curves, thats not bad news.
But honestly, i'm not sure how i'm not dead right now.
My liver is going to need a week to recover.
Which will be just in time for memorial day weekend 
The weekend was kinda depressing due to some very touchy subjects, but on the way out of the store today, there was a single red rose lying in the middle of the street, like someone just left it there for me to find. That kinda made my day. I took it home, it's sitting in a vase on my dresser where i always save 1 flower from every boquet i've ever gotten.
I'm going to be spoiled rotten this week with season finales. 2 hours of 24 tomorrow and Lost on wednesday.
Alright. this post is way too scatterbrained for me. More to come at a later date 
and the flower was from me....
okay, no not really. but i figured i would just say that.
anyway blah blah blah