orehitna

sunday.
rehab check in.

wait. no.

i've only been drinking non-stop for four days. surprisingly, i'm not hungover at all. my cold has disappeared. i'm pretty sure that shit is supposed to go the other way. in the sense that i should be death and dying or a zombie or some other kind of amusing shit that would make people read this and laugh themselves to sleep.

i do not think this was a bad decision in the least.

i hope all of your weekends were good, and that you have some hilarious stories to share.

my friend broke my other friend's toilet just by sitting on it. sort of.
yes, and that's the least of the story.

*kiss*