wrigley

hmmm, so i was in fine form yet again last night.
met michael and his friends at k-oke. now, i don't remember a whole lot past michael singing ottis and me deciding it was the fucking hottest thing ever....oh, and me dancing with pat to the dirty dancing theme song trying to make him actually do the correct dance from the movie (yes, i know it)
anyway, i hear it went something like this. i solicited cool clothing items from people i've only met a few times, i discussed the hand print bruise on my ass, i declared pat to be my new bff despite the fact that he is already michael's bff, i showed the boys my corset style undies....in the bar....i kept pinching michael and he was getting pissed i think, i scoped out hott chicks, i don't actually remember the walk home, but i guess it was stumbling and i started making out with michael in the middle of the street piss drunk in front of a cop car and apparently i decided since me and pat were bff's and michael and pat are bff's that we should all sleep together (yes, amazing things come out of my mouth when i'm not of sound mind). we got home and i busted in on him in the bathroom to inform him i thought i was going to puke. he sat with me while i vomited pure alcohol and tried to prevent me (unsuccessfully) from half passing out with my head in the toliet, he tried to make me take a shower but i wouldn't move, i started crying and told him i didn't want him to watch me puke so he left, randomly i'd yell for him and make him come back. the last time he passed out so he didn't come. i passed out on the bathroom floor. i wanted him to carry me from the bathroom to the bedroom, but since he was passed out and not in the same room as me he didn't hear my request, i tried numerous times to crawl from the bathroom to the bedroom,and when i say crawl i mean literally crawl, it took a lot of tries because i would get halfway there, realize i had to puke again and stumble back . finally i made it into bed, i think i fell on top of him, there was an unconcious "honey are you ok" i decided i needed to puke again, asked for the garbage can, since he wasn't awake i had to find it myself, which i successfully did and i layed cuddled with him while he slept and puked into his garbage can.

pure romance.