My drunken life. Woo.

Obligatory update now that the snow is nearly gone and I'm back home:

Other than when I'm at work, I've been drunk for the last month straight. Quite literally. Sometimes even the first hour or so of work I'm still drunk from the night before.

I hate this. But I can't seem to fucking stop it.

Last night was a blur. Justin, Richard and I went over to Kali's to go party for a bit before we had to head up to Bellingham for Pepper's shindig. The only thing I really remember was Teresa attempting to pour tequila down my throat. She succeeded. So then we grabbed Kyle and Justin drove my car up north. We were still driving at midnight :/ So we find the place and I immediately start pounding Busch Ice. Ugh. Mike showed up a little bit later and I don't remember much else except him not wanting us to leave and I left the apartment crying. Heh. It's okay, we're over it now. And we left Richard there. HEH. Dropped Justin at his house, got back to the good ol' commune where apparently an orgy was occuring in Richard and John's room. I shudder to think about it. So we holed up in Julia and Kalani's room with John, Doom and Roxy and played some crazy questions game. Then John and I passed the fuck out.

Today I woke up and immediately started drinking again. Had a Tilt and played a game of beer pong with Julia. She kicked my ass. Wound up puking green. I cannot believe I fucking puked. I hadn't since that chocolate cake/Caribou Lou incident at John's parents' house. But I felt better after that and kept drinking. Heh.

Yup. Happy effin' new year. Work at 10am tomorrow. Joy.