Epic fail.

God, I feel like ass.

Caribou Lous and 'I Never' with John and Doom = BAD IDEA. First off, I made them waayyy too strong. And then I downed two of them in about 45 minutes. Put those on top of a stomach full of nothing but Doom's chocolate birthday cake = literal diarrhea of the mouth. GROSS. I never puked brown like that before in my life. And it smelled like pineapple juice. FUCKING SICK. I then passed out hugging the toilet and Doom had to come in, wake me up and lead me to the couch in the living room, where I proceded to puke pineapple/cakey goodness all over the blanket he put on me.

So I willed myself off the couch this morning around 11, where John's dad was watching some western movie really effing loud, took care of the blanket, pissed and left. Heh. Got home and passed out until like 6pm. Ugh. Saturday officially wasted.

I don't think I'ma drink again for a while. Last night was just dumb.

Anyhow. Apparently I'm supposed to go with Don later tonight to pick up someone from jail. I'm sworn to secrecy about who it is for some stupid reason, because the reason he's in jail in the first place is so GODDAMN RETARDED. If I end up going, I'm seriously gonna slap him in the face when he walks out. REALLY. And I'll feel no remorse at all. Heh.

Well. I gotta go fight with my hair and make myself presentable-ish to the general public.

God. I feel so fucking disgusting.Remember feeling this way, Bre. Fucking remember it.