Fuck. I'm waking up and realizing what happened yesterday. Like 6-7 beers, half a pack of cowboy killers (how did this happen?!?), half a bag of sourdough pretzels, half a tub of queso crap, and a diet rite.
Alcohol + Cigarettes -> Worst Show Ever-> Crap food + cigarettes = I wish I was fucking dead right now.
The thing is, I'm not supposed to drink at all. A six pack to me is like drinking the whole case for the rest of you heavy drinkers out there. I don't have to be up for work for another hour, and I'm sitting here praying I'd vomit.
Fuck. Me.
Alcohol + Cigarettes -> Worst Show Ever-> Crap food + cigarettes = I wish I was fucking dead right now.
The thing is, I'm not supposed to drink at all. A six pack to me is like drinking the whole case for the rest of you heavy drinkers out there. I don't have to be up for work for another hour, and I'm sitting here praying I'd vomit.
Fuck. Me.
fusionface:
beer= 
undressyourheart:
Vanilla Sky rocks, and I do know what you mean. I think my days would go better if I was Tom Cruise though...hahah