***Please note, this journal has been updated at the end to provide you with an insight into how ridiculously, impressively, and completely fucking stupid I am***
i have the worst hangover ever and someone stole like 16k worth of stuff from garbage last night.
i have a feeling he needs to puke like i do.
so, details of last night.
i got my pre-drink on around 8 at gay6 and had myself 4 martinis, 2 of which i did not pay for, because the old men were flowing like wine and telling me about their record companies and ferraris they were going to buy. i giggled like a bitch accordingly, and what do you know? free drinks. i am learning to work it.
from there i met garbage at blarney cove and we lamented the fact we were there, but we were waiting for my friend jaime to show up and then some of adam's pals were there, so we ended up kicking it there all night. i scored some sweet morphine patches, got to make out with jaime, and drank god knows how many vodka tonics. i have pictures and i am scared to look.
by this point i was pretty hammered and left to go to adam's house and party it up some more (like i needed to) but when we got there, someone had broken into adam's apartment and stolen all of his dvds, video games, xbox, game cubes, etc etc etc. i was so freaking drunk i was like call the police, and then i left because i was so drunk i didn't even know what to do with myself. good job mary. way to be supportive of your friends and drive the streets shitfaced. i am an asshole.
anyhow, i woke up this morning, barfed, took some aleve, and went back to bed, and here i am at 11:18, hungover, feeling like shit, and hoping adam is doing ok. i will be calling him shortly.
tell me how your nights went.
Update: I am an idiot. I am a FUCKING idiot.
Every month I fill out paperwork to write off my therapy to my insurance company, and every month my insurance company sends me envelopes with a confirmation and one of those THIS IS NOT A BILL statements. At least, that is what I thought because the first few times I got them, that is what they were. So I always threw them away without opening them.
Today I get one, and on a whim and because I am pretty much too hungover to do anything more productive than open an envelope, I open it.
IN IT IS A REFUND CHECK FOR $300.
I have been throwing these away thinking that I was just being credited back the money on my insurance plan, not realizing that for god knows how long, my insurance company has been sending me 300 fucking dollars a month. AND I HAVE BEEN CHUCKING IT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING TRASH.
ASLKJDAWHDAIWEP*@QE()*@UWQEHAIDHSDHA:SDH
Let this be a lesson to you all, always always always open your mail even if you think it is junk.
And now, I am off to stab myself in the face with a dull object and search for any of my insurance envelopes that may be laying around.
Good day.
i have the worst hangover ever and someone stole like 16k worth of stuff from garbage last night.
i have a feeling he needs to puke like i do.
so, details of last night.
i got my pre-drink on around 8 at gay6 and had myself 4 martinis, 2 of which i did not pay for, because the old men were flowing like wine and telling me about their record companies and ferraris they were going to buy. i giggled like a bitch accordingly, and what do you know? free drinks. i am learning to work it.
from there i met garbage at blarney cove and we lamented the fact we were there, but we were waiting for my friend jaime to show up and then some of adam's pals were there, so we ended up kicking it there all night. i scored some sweet morphine patches, got to make out with jaime, and drank god knows how many vodka tonics. i have pictures and i am scared to look.
by this point i was pretty hammered and left to go to adam's house and party it up some more (like i needed to) but when we got there, someone had broken into adam's apartment and stolen all of his dvds, video games, xbox, game cubes, etc etc etc. i was so freaking drunk i was like call the police, and then i left because i was so drunk i didn't even know what to do with myself. good job mary. way to be supportive of your friends and drive the streets shitfaced. i am an asshole.
anyhow, i woke up this morning, barfed, took some aleve, and went back to bed, and here i am at 11:18, hungover, feeling like shit, and hoping adam is doing ok. i will be calling him shortly.
tell me how your nights went.
Update: I am an idiot. I am a FUCKING idiot.
Every month I fill out paperwork to write off my therapy to my insurance company, and every month my insurance company sends me envelopes with a confirmation and one of those THIS IS NOT A BILL statements. At least, that is what I thought because the first few times I got them, that is what they were. So I always threw them away without opening them.
Today I get one, and on a whim and because I am pretty much too hungover to do anything more productive than open an envelope, I open it.
IN IT IS A REFUND CHECK FOR $300.
I have been throwing these away thinking that I was just being credited back the money on my insurance plan, not realizing that for god knows how long, my insurance company has been sending me 300 fucking dollars a month. AND I HAVE BEEN CHUCKING IT IN THE MOTHERFUCKING TRASH.
ASLKJDAWHDAIWEP*@QE()*@UWQEHAIDHSDHA:SDH
Let this be a lesson to you all, always always always open your mail even if you think it is junk.
And now, I am off to stab myself in the face with a dull object and search for any of my insurance envelopes that may be laying around.
Good day.
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[Edited on Jun 05, 2005 8:06PM]