I got so drunk Saturday night.

Mikey was driving me to his house and gave me the liner of the glove box to puke in. It had holes in the bottom. I vomited in it, and it started dripping on me and the floor. I told Mike to roll down the window. He tried to stop me, but I had that bucket out the window as we were going 60 mph.

There was puke all down the side of the van. Poor baby.

Then I sat on the bathroom floor, with my head in the toilet, for two hours. Didn't puke, dry heaved lots. Went to Mikey's bedroom, he laid me down on the couch. I started puking again, and cring. At this point Dan hears and asks if Mikey put the hadcuffs around my anckles again (yeah, it freaked me out, and I cried when he cuffed my anckles, so what?). Mike told him I was just really drunk and had been puking/dry heaving for about two hours. When I got up in the morning, I stepped in the bucket I was vomiting in the night before. I had puke all in my hair and on my coat.

So gross. I had fun though. Yelled at Brian, poor Brian. I feel pretty bad about that. I love Brian.

I'm going to miss my guys so much. I love them all. I'm cring thinking about leaving them. I've gotten so close with all of Mikey's friends, I'm going to miss Clinton most. Oh, my Clinton.


Drinking for a few hours.....lol, you can see the can in my hand, down here in the right corner.


My awesome shirt; Save a plant, eat a vegan.


Pretty wasted.