kafkaesquedream

last nights adventures became this mornings wish for death...or at least another five cape cods...
i think i sprained my ankle walking from where justin and i dropped off his ex to the coffee shop to get my car...a mere five blocks...but after all the drinks it was the longest five blocks of my life...
things like this happen when you are having the most idiotic fight with the bf and you decide the best solution is to go get shit faced...damn...vodka never gets mad at me for stupid shit...
i feel and look like shite...