Happy 4th of fucking July everyone.
Everything in my life is good. Everything in my life is great. So tell me why I feel like cutting myself to pieces.
In news that no one will care about; I spent $200 on wine from Bayliana todayand that was with my 50% discount. I bought 4 bottles of Port, 3 bottles of Ecclestone, 2 bottles of Mosaico (which isnt even released to the public yet!!) 2 bottles of Doucer and a bottle of Firesky. Then I went to Ralphs and bought a special sharp cheddar cheese and two bars of dark Ghirardelli chocolate.
I didnt go out to watch fireworks tonight, like I should have. Alysa went to Montana de Oro to watch the fireworks over Morro Bay (my soon-to-be new home) and I stayed in and drank expensive wine and ate expensive cheese and Ghirardelli dark chocolate. Then, like the dip-shit that I am, I decided to call Ryan. But I learned my lesson. Dont get drunk and call ex-boyfriends that live 3,000 miles away. I spent the next hour and a half crying my eyeballs right out of their sockets. I sobered up a little bit, but Im finishing a bottle of Mosaico, so Im on my way to being properly fucked upagainand its only 10 p.m.
I had to write this in MS Word and spell check it and shit. If it doesnt make any sense, dont worry. Im just drunk.
Oh yeah. Id like to give a big shout out to all the people that have disappointed me lately.
FUCK YOU!!!
Everything in my life is good. Everything in my life is great. So tell me why I feel like cutting myself to pieces.
In news that no one will care about; I spent $200 on wine from Bayliana todayand that was with my 50% discount. I bought 4 bottles of Port, 3 bottles of Ecclestone, 2 bottles of Mosaico (which isnt even released to the public yet!!) 2 bottles of Doucer and a bottle of Firesky. Then I went to Ralphs and bought a special sharp cheddar cheese and two bars of dark Ghirardelli chocolate.
I didnt go out to watch fireworks tonight, like I should have. Alysa went to Montana de Oro to watch the fireworks over Morro Bay (my soon-to-be new home) and I stayed in and drank expensive wine and ate expensive cheese and Ghirardelli dark chocolate. Then, like the dip-shit that I am, I decided to call Ryan. But I learned my lesson. Dont get drunk and call ex-boyfriends that live 3,000 miles away. I spent the next hour and a half crying my eyeballs right out of their sockets. I sobered up a little bit, but Im finishing a bottle of Mosaico, so Im on my way to being properly fucked upagainand its only 10 p.m.
I had to write this in MS Word and spell check it and shit. If it doesnt make any sense, dont worry. Im just drunk.
Oh yeah. Id like to give a big shout out to all the people that have disappointed me lately.
FUCK YOU!!!
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synfull:
nothing better to fall asleep to (and don't worry about it, i'm just too fucking sensitive/paranoid)
bleeder:
What is people with ex's lately? I hide from all of mine! 