Last night I got trashed
Last night I got trashed, and loved it. As of late, I've been sippin on dem OE 800s. I'm ghetto. The best part is, you get plastered for a mere 5 bucks, that and brass monkeys taste like creamsicles. Yuuummm. Anyway, After say about 3, I remember nothing, and for some reason, it makes me smile. Apparently, I passed out on my bed, and in the process, locked Brad and everyone else out. Chris says he pounded on my door furiously for a few minutes around 4, hahahah, yeeeah right I heard that. The best of waking up the morning after, was listening to all the stories of myself from the night before, and having no recollection of it at all. I love it. Eventhough I'm smiling, I was told I talk a lot, and that's scary. I hope I didn't say anything I'll regret... afterall, alcohol is the truth serum. Haven't heard of anything like that, but I'm sure everyone is snickering at me behind my back. :) Eeeeek.I just had my meeting with the RD. I bitched at her for implying I was an alcoholic, and that beer is a part of my everyday life. I scared her and she quit with the uber bitch questioning. Yeah, that was fun, Jenee is proud of me. Anyway, it's time for a nap, so I can start this all over again :)