thegooddoctor

Jesus christ, the last three weeks i have managed to drink myself stupid everynight with last night being the worst of them all. Several things i learned from last night are as folows. if i dont stop soon my liver is going to pack it's shit up and leave. Dark beer doesnt give me a hangover and absorbes many shots well. Clearly that i dont give a fuck and proved it last night. Drunk texting shouldnt be allowed and could someone please take me phone away next time.

My only two really best friends in town are leaving on sat for florida. I have tried to ignore it, but last night it hit me full circle. After they leave...i've got noone. I owe them just as much as they owe me, sure i am happy, but in the end they always leave.

As for the stupid bitch that fucked me over the other night, despite being really intoxicated and cursing, i think i got my point across. The eventual text apology still doesnt work for me. The most fucked up part aside from having to witness the display was calling it before hand. If Vegas had odds for me to bed on, on my life, i would be a millionaire. I hate being right about situations and people, just once i would like to be surprised in a good way. Instead of damn thats soo fucked up......