I did something so horrible and disgusting last night and I'm not entirely ready to share publicly yet. I'm so embarrassed and disgusted with myself. I'm having a hard time being chipper, and I'm really hoping that the majority has to do with hormones. We'll find out soon, but just know that I'm ok and I didn't hurt anyone, but it so could have turned out badly.
Fuck it... here's the blog from Myspace....
Last night was probably one of the stupidest moves of my life.
I went out last night with a co-worker and some of her friends from back in Montana that came into town to visit. Well, everything was pretty good. The dudes weren't interested in me at all, and the feeling was mutual, but they were Kelly's friends. Her and I left my car at her place and met up with them in Lodo. The walk was awesome.
Started at one bar, one rum and coke and a little dancing. Then headed on over to another bar, shots of Patron as soon as we walked in, and a round of drinks. Upstairs to dance and so they could smoke. I think I got a couple more drinks, danced with the girls, and we closed the bar down. Ran into an old friend from WAY back in the day, and walked to the guys' truck to head over to Kelly's for the bottle.
We get there and they tell me to get out and follow them to their hotel room in my car. Kelly eggs it on, and I'm completely dumbfounded, hurt and LIVID that they would tell me to drive in the state I'm in. I was under the impression that we were staying the night at Kelly's house. I was in no condition to continue drinking, let alone drive.
So I drive. Rather than follow them, I decide to go home. No way I'm going to follow them all the way up to 58th and I-25, but I have to detour. Roads are closed off all over downtown because of Cinco de Mayo.
As I turn off Colfax, onto Lincoln to detour, I look down, or something, not going very fast and look up a split-second too late, and BAM. I hit a Dodge Ram in the back. I was only going probably 10 miles an hour, or less, but it was enough to cause my hood to get bent and my front grill to smash up. No one was hurt. The dude gets out of his truck, looks at his bumper, back at me and says, "You're fine" and gets back in.
My car is fine, for the most part, but my window wasn't going all the way up. My mom's friend just fixed it though.
I feel like such a stupid, horrible human being. The only person I told the whole truth to was my mom and THANK GOD, I didn't get a DUI. I think this was a wake-up call. It's time to stop drinking all together, and for good. I've been such an idiot in the past. I've done SO MUCH drunk driving, it's insane. It's ridiculous, and I've been so lucky. I don't ever want to endanger the lives of other people, nor put myself at risk of hurting myself, or really legally fucking myself.
I needed to get this out there. I needed to confess all the stupid bullshit I've been doing. I am so so so sorry for not being a stronger human being, for not putting my foot down and voicing what I know is right. I am so sorry for everything.
-Aimee
Fuck it... here's the blog from Myspace....
Last night was probably one of the stupidest moves of my life.
I went out last night with a co-worker and some of her friends from back in Montana that came into town to visit. Well, everything was pretty good. The dudes weren't interested in me at all, and the feeling was mutual, but they were Kelly's friends. Her and I left my car at her place and met up with them in Lodo. The walk was awesome.
Started at one bar, one rum and coke and a little dancing. Then headed on over to another bar, shots of Patron as soon as we walked in, and a round of drinks. Upstairs to dance and so they could smoke. I think I got a couple more drinks, danced with the girls, and we closed the bar down. Ran into an old friend from WAY back in the day, and walked to the guys' truck to head over to Kelly's for the bottle.
We get there and they tell me to get out and follow them to their hotel room in my car. Kelly eggs it on, and I'm completely dumbfounded, hurt and LIVID that they would tell me to drive in the state I'm in. I was under the impression that we were staying the night at Kelly's house. I was in no condition to continue drinking, let alone drive.
So I drive. Rather than follow them, I decide to go home. No way I'm going to follow them all the way up to 58th and I-25, but I have to detour. Roads are closed off all over downtown because of Cinco de Mayo.
As I turn off Colfax, onto Lincoln to detour, I look down, or something, not going very fast and look up a split-second too late, and BAM. I hit a Dodge Ram in the back. I was only going probably 10 miles an hour, or less, but it was enough to cause my hood to get bent and my front grill to smash up. No one was hurt. The dude gets out of his truck, looks at his bumper, back at me and says, "You're fine" and gets back in.
My car is fine, for the most part, but my window wasn't going all the way up. My mom's friend just fixed it though.
I feel like such a stupid, horrible human being. The only person I told the whole truth to was my mom and THANK GOD, I didn't get a DUI. I think this was a wake-up call. It's time to stop drinking all together, and for good. I've been such an idiot in the past. I've done SO MUCH drunk driving, it's insane. It's ridiculous, and I've been so lucky. I don't ever want to endanger the lives of other people, nor put myself at risk of hurting myself, or really legally fucking myself.
I needed to get this out there. I needed to confess all the stupid bullshit I've been doing. I am so so so sorry for not being a stronger human being, for not putting my foot down and voicing what I know is right. I am so sorry for everything.
-Aimee
... on both accounts.
tradeoffs in that state are difficult decisions.