Last night was intense. Like, fuck.
Mike and I went to Alderwood to blow a portion of our paychecks on useless shit. As usual. Got a tank from Buckle and some neon pink and neon green pumps from Wet Seal. GLORY.
The current shoe count in my car is... 14. FOURTEEN PAIRS OF SHOES. IN MY CAR. I shudder to imagine the actual count of shoes I just own. There's a huge box in storage, like five pairs here... jesus. I think it's safe to say I own like 40 pairs of shoes.
Anyhow. Got a random text from Trevor and so we met up with him at Daverthumps (which will forever be known as 'Dabberthumps'). Got an AMF and a jager bomb in me.
Jager bomb. Fuckin' jager bomb. Skanks. Skanks. Fuckin' skanks.
From there we went to the pool hall and I had a Liquid Marijuana. I was obviously trashed at this point. Decided out of nowhere to go to Neighbours. Danced in the car and screamed beligerently at innocent passersby all through Capitol Hill. This was the first time I ever got that wasted. I always I puke before I get to that point of hollering at strangers and experiencing double-vision and near-blackout. Get into Neighbours, have another jager bomb. Fuckin' skanks. Played some pool. Horribly. Another jager bomb. After this point it's almost completely blurred. I don't remember leaving the club or getting to Mike's car. Insane, 'cause I was wearing the pink pumps and I remember them hurting like hell before I started drinking.
I dunno where I was going with all this. But yeah. It's happening again tonight. Hopefully Mike'll get off work by 11-ish so we can go to McCabe's or something. Wewt.
I need a shower. Yep.
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