Oh boy.
What a night.
Being a designated driver for 4 drunks until 12am is fucking brutal.
Going to a bar, and not drinking a single thing.
Then driving to a “party”, upon arrival there is NO one in the house, except some dude and his woman.
Trying to sit down for one drink, and not even getting to finish it to drive back another 20 minutes.
Turning into a super bitch sans alcohol sends a bad message about myself.
1am, finally getting to drink my 6 beers straight turned me into a happy girl. I wish I could personally apologize to everyone I was a bitch to while sober, because that’s really un-fortunate.
Whatever, I’m drunk now…its 3am, and I’ve basically drank my beers in like 10-20 minutes. Which in my eyes, is 10-20 minutes too late, because as soon as I finished my drinks, everyone was ready to go home, which really upset me more than anything.
Except falling off a bar bench…sober in front of a million people.
And creepy guys that I have pretty much known my entire life hitting on me at the bar.
Shitty deal, buzz kill 100%
blogging while drunk is actually the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I’m happy, but when I wake up…I’m going to be like, what the fuck did I type last night and why..
Oh boy.
My fingers hurt.
Lets do some stupid shit.
