I'm so hungover that I am literally eating bread. Not toasted bread, not bread and butter, just bread.
Actually I'm not even sure that I'm hungover, I'm pretty sure I'm still drunk.
Never mind, I'm definitely still drunk. This is the first time in my life that I can honestly say I woke up still drunk.
I'm not really sure when the night took a turn for the worst, but I do remember leaning over the edge of the boardwalk with Victor offering to hold my hair. Fuck, I'm that girl. I'm a little shocked at myself for writing this on the Internet, but hey, I'm still drunk.
Ou, just figured out when the night took a turn. There were Jagerbombs. Five in a row if I'm correct. Fuck me, trying to show off. I really have to learn that I can't keep up with guys when it comes to drinking.
As a side-note, apparently I left my iPad in the kitchen when I was cooking dinner and some guy found it while I was drunk and sent me a message on Facebook...
Him: Hi, I've found your ipad, knock on 129 door if you want it back. Come with something for reasonable trade. ;)
HAHAHAHA. OKAY. I swear to god, I was way too drunk for this shit.
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