my bed is lonely.
the last 3 days have been a drunken blur. i have no idea how i have been getting 3 hours of sleep and then getting up at 5 am and training my clients still drunk. good thing vodka doesn't make you smell, it's easier to let everyone think i'm a little loopy rather than a lush. wouldn't go over too well in my line of work, ya think?
i think i need to chill on the drinking. the last few times i've gotten drunk i've cried. like, at the drop of a hat. well actually mostly when it comes to drunken discussions of mine and nick's relationship.
nick: "i don't want to get hurt... i promise i won't hurt you"
me: "me too...waaaahhh"
and
nick: "i love you mary"
me: "wahhhhh i love you too."
god i am so fucking gay. it may be the remnants of pms, or that i've been drinking too much and my psyche is wearing a little thin. time to detox for a few days.
god, and last night. poor nick. i wound up naked and crying on my bathroom floor needing to barf and my kidneys were killing me. poor boy was probably like wtf. he put me in bed and put cold cloths on my back, and i woke up this morning still butt naked with him wrapped around me fully dressed. i love that man. i felt so bad this morning. he was all taking care of me n shit. i've gotta stop being emo and start being a better drunken girlfriend.
i am truly pathetic. but for some reason he loves my pathetic ass, and it's pretty damn obvious that i am completely whooped. so i guess it's working out ok. fuck i love him so much. god MARY SHUT UP.
*zips lips*
in other news, my sister's cat just shat on my favorite pair of workout pants. someone is getting sent to the violin factory, i swear.
also, at the gates rules my face and everyone should go download their music since they are not together anymore and then write letters and protest and get them back togther because you all realize how fucking goddamn ruling they are. the end.
xoxo
the last 3 days have been a drunken blur. i have no idea how i have been getting 3 hours of sleep and then getting up at 5 am and training my clients still drunk. good thing vodka doesn't make you smell, it's easier to let everyone think i'm a little loopy rather than a lush. wouldn't go over too well in my line of work, ya think?
i think i need to chill on the drinking. the last few times i've gotten drunk i've cried. like, at the drop of a hat. well actually mostly when it comes to drunken discussions of mine and nick's relationship.
nick: "i don't want to get hurt... i promise i won't hurt you"
me: "me too...waaaahhh"
and
nick: "i love you mary"
me: "wahhhhh i love you too."
god i am so fucking gay. it may be the remnants of pms, or that i've been drinking too much and my psyche is wearing a little thin. time to detox for a few days.
god, and last night. poor nick. i wound up naked and crying on my bathroom floor needing to barf and my kidneys were killing me. poor boy was probably like wtf. he put me in bed and put cold cloths on my back, and i woke up this morning still butt naked with him wrapped around me fully dressed. i love that man. i felt so bad this morning. he was all taking care of me n shit. i've gotta stop being emo and start being a better drunken girlfriend.
i am truly pathetic. but for some reason he loves my pathetic ass, and it's pretty damn obvious that i am completely whooped. so i guess it's working out ok. fuck i love him so much. god MARY SHUT UP.
*zips lips*
in other news, my sister's cat just shat on my favorite pair of workout pants. someone is getting sent to the violin factory, i swear.
also, at the gates rules my face and everyone should go download their music since they are not together anymore and then write letters and protest and get them back togther because you all realize how fucking goddamn ruling they are. the end.
xoxo
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hi back at ya duder, nice to meet you