Drunken Debauchery

I hadn’t planned on going out tonight.  I didn’t think I would be.  But Jennifer called, and offered to pick me up, and damn, any night I can go out with my friends and not have to drive myself home is always a good deal!  So yeah, I’m drunk (and it takes me a long time to type when I’m drunk because I’m so damn anal about grammer sometimes…) and maybe it’s worse when I’m drunk becuase I’m really trying not to make an ass out of my self.  (Side note, I’m actually less likely to fall/trip/stumble when I’m drunk because I’m being so much more aware of my surroundings, which is kinda funny.)  Jennifer and I stole this absolutely huge budwieser poster out of the bar tonight.  It was halfway on the floor all ready, so I just took it the reast of the way off the wall and rolled it up.  Then Jennifer wrapped Jake’s coat over it and we walked right past the bar tender with it… ~L~  I think I’ll give it to my friends back home, I don’t really have any where for it, since I started working at the frame shop I’ve got actual frammed art now, including stuff stashed under my bed, so when I get tired of whatever is on my walls I can switch it out!

Anyway, I was talking to this random skinny little guy, who was sweet, but I don’t like guys who I feel like I can break… and besides that, I’m not a one-night-stand type of girl, and besides that, I’m so into Matt I can’t even think about anyone else, I might as well be married to the guy! But I was talking to this guy about how most guys can’t deal with me anyway becuase I can be all agressive and rough, then I’m pointing at Jake, all, just ask him! (Because Jake was my drunken make out partner before he started dating my firned Sabrina.)  Later, Jake was all, good lord, you just tell strangers anything!  And I’m like, yeah, this is why I shouldn’t get really drunk unless we’re hanging out at someone’s house… ~L~ I actually haven’t been drunk since like October, and I’ve been eating way less, so yeah… Right now I actually feel more sick from the food I ate at Denny’s more than the booze.  Oh well, I obviously don’t get this drunk very often, so we’ll let it slide… God, I just want to throw up because of the food… not that I’m into bulimia or anything, it’s just so… ugh…

Ok, I feel a little better now.  I need to get some water.  I’ve felt pretty dehydrated since about 4pm today when mom and I went to Applebee’s and had nachos.  We split a basket, and I had a margarita that was too salty.  I should have been drinking water after we got home, but I didn’t.  Then the Drop Top Ale tasted salty to me… THEN I go and eat all this damn food at Dennys… bleh.  Well, at least some of that food is gone now.  So stupid… ~sigh~  I don’t even want to attempt laying down at this point.  I’m sure the room will just start spinning and I’ll feel like I want to puke (again).  I really don’t like throwing up (who does?) But sometimes when I drink I go a little over board and I have to, I just make myself instead of waiting for my body to do it on it’s own.  At least that way I know where I’m throwing up!  Ugh.  I can’t believe I’m still so stupid.  Really, I know my limit!  But sometimes I just think, damn, I want to get shit faced, so I do.  ~sigh~  At least if I drink at home I limit myself to one bottle of wine! That’s plenty, that’s just fine, I never feel sick from that.  Ugh.  I kinda wish I’d stayed home now. 

It’s 5am… how insane is that? I haven’t drank anything for three + hours, yet I still feel messed up!  (I drank way too much!) And I have a massage in 5 1/2 hours!  ~L~ Oh well, I can sleep then!  I guess I could try to sleep now, it’ll probably be all right!  (If not I’ll be back here in a minute whining about it!)   The bonus is, at least here you can read what I’m writing.  I once used my hand written diary for this purpose, and it was damn near impossible to read latter!!