I feel like absolute shit...
I found out yesterday that I have a $1.60 to my name, and I'm only working 9 hours this week.
I had a splitting headache all day yesterday.
I come home and my mom accusses me ofbeing really stoned or really drunk.
I felt like shit, and I wanted to punch her in the face... If only I could have lifted my arms.
Went to the bar the other night, and got free drinks.
Nate took me, and he bought me an Appletini (mmmm good), and then I got a free birthday shot from some guy. Yay, free booze.
Got back to Nate's, where we left Mark, only to find that he was super pissed.
He was drunk and tripping, and now I was drunkdrunk and tripping.
He told me he didn't want me there on his birthday.
I cried, well bawled my eyes out. That fucking hurt, you know? I really, really, really, reallly like this kid, and I can't help it if he isn't 21 yet, you know?
After crying, and giving myself a really bad trip, he tried to calm me down.
I'm curled in a tiny ball on the couch, writhing my feet together, across the room comes "Megan, stop crying. Megan I love you, stop crying"
Wait a second, WHAT!? Where the hell did this come from? I'll take it tho... And he made a bed for us on the floor using the couch cushions. He is so sweet. I tried everything to get me out of the bad trip.
Did you know what worked? What made me pass out?
Prince!!! Of all things, prince...
Anyways, it's today, 11am... And I feel better. Still want to hit my mom, but that will pass.
I have to work today, and I really don't want to... But it's only 5-8. And then I get to see Mark.
I need a good picture of him, so you can see him, but he is in my pics.
I'm so happy...
I wish there was more than five favourite SG's. That just doesn't work... Damn!
I found out yesterday that I have a $1.60 to my name, and I'm only working 9 hours this week.
I had a splitting headache all day yesterday.
I come home and my mom accusses me ofbeing really stoned or really drunk.
I felt like shit, and I wanted to punch her in the face... If only I could have lifted my arms.
Went to the bar the other night, and got free drinks.
Nate took me, and he bought me an Appletini (mmmm good), and then I got a free birthday shot from some guy. Yay, free booze.
Got back to Nate's, where we left Mark, only to find that he was super pissed.
He was drunk and tripping, and now I was drunkdrunk and tripping.
He told me he didn't want me there on his birthday.
I cried, well bawled my eyes out. That fucking hurt, you know? I really, really, really, reallly like this kid, and I can't help it if he isn't 21 yet, you know?
After crying, and giving myself a really bad trip, he tried to calm me down.
I'm curled in a tiny ball on the couch, writhing my feet together, across the room comes "Megan, stop crying. Megan I love you, stop crying"
Wait a second, WHAT!? Where the hell did this come from? I'll take it tho... And he made a bed for us on the floor using the couch cushions. He is so sweet. I tried everything to get me out of the bad trip.
Did you know what worked? What made me pass out?
Prince!!! Of all things, prince...
Anyways, it's today, 11am... And I feel better. Still want to hit my mom, but that will pass.
I have to work today, and I really don't want to... But it's only 5-8. And then I get to see Mark.
I need a good picture of him, so you can see him, but he is in my pics.
I'm so happy...
I wish there was more than five favourite SG's. That just doesn't work... Damn!
minsc_and_boo:
sounds like an eventful evening