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So last night, I learned the valuable life’s lesson of how drinking does not make your problems go away.
As you all know, my mother left us, and there has been bad drama with her going on. I came home last night to grab my brandy and change into cooler clothes, and she was there, with my aunt and uncle who had randomly showed up for no reason. I said hullo to my aunt and uncle, but I totally ignored her. That really pissed her off I guess, because she was trying to be Miss Perfect Hostess in front of the relatives (really, who CARES? ESPECIALLY if they’re the in-laws and you don’t live here anymore.) but it made me quite angry to see that the bitch had dared to show her face at the house again.
So that anger quickly manifested itself into “fuck this, I’m getting drunk.”
And, long story short, I was embarrassing. I was the drunk girl. I kept trying to swan dive off of Lauren’s porch. I forgot close friend’s names. I didn’t even QUESTION whether or not Greg was okay to drive, I just got into the car and eventually stumbled into Cumby’s, blasted out of my mind. I bought a slushie which I then dumped in the parking lot two seconds later. We went to Ryan and Blair’s place and the SECOND we got there I stumbled into the bathroom and gakked my fucking brains out. I kept yelling for Blair even though she was in Providence, and I puked so much that Mike said I eventually was vomiting pure stomach acid. If it hurt, I didn’t notice. The vomiting did nothing to aid my inebriation, I may have settled my guts a bit, but I was still plowed to the extent that I couldn’t fucking walk.
We watched a few episodes of Cowboy Bebop and Hellsing, but eventually we started watching porn. Don’t ask me how or why, but we did. And of course, I’m trashed, and start sucking on Greg’s fingers, and he starts calling me a tease, so he told everyone we were going to go get food and were coming back later.
Well, that was a dirty fucking lie.
What really happened was us parking off in the woods somewhere by Cobb’s Corner and having really rough, filthy sex in the bed of his truck that I only really partially remember. I guess I was screaming, so he had to cover my mouth, I remember that. I don’t remember anything else, though. He did say that it was amazing even though he felt wicked white trash for doing it. Lol.
So it’s 4 AM at this point, and Greg decides he wants a big mac. So we pull up to McDonald’s, and the lady took too long to take his order, so he SPED off into the night, dropped Tony off, and went to drop me off.
Well, I lost my housekey.
AGAIN.
I slept in the fucking car last night. I woke up at 7AM to my father letting Chloe out, and I slid out and staggered up to the house. He just LAUGHED at me.
Dad: …did you SLEEP in there?
Me: …lost my key…
Dad: you were drinking, weren’t you?
Me: Yeah. Not gonna lie.
Dad: Well, go to bed, honey. *laughing*
And then my mother sent me a text message saying “U were rude and ignorant 2 me last nite” to which I replied that this was the second time she ran out on us like a little crybaby, and told her to stop texting me.
And this was her response, I shit you not.
“What do u care thought u were not going 2 miss me jane said u had probs I don’t stay in violent re lationships or didn’t dad tell u want he did? U get nothindont text me ps u ran out on me and treat me like shit go pierce something u r a bratt I did not raise bratts don’t know what u r”
That’s all her spelling and grammar, by the way. Pathetic, no? I hate her so much, she’s such a dumb fucking bitch. I hope she stays away.
So I showed the text message to my brother and we went out to eat together, smack talking her the whole time. It was awesome. But he said that I look like rent was due on the corner and I couldn’t pay. Didn’t know what I meant until I looked in the mirror, saw the MESS that my hair was, the crack-starved look in my eyes, and the GIANT fucking hickey on my neck that’s really gross. And miscellaneous bruises…
I’m pretty sure my boyfriend would uh. Kill me if I called him right now. So I’m gonna shower, and take a nap. It’s hot and I don’t want to do anything atm…
Just a side note. Has anyone seen the Prodigy music video for “Smack My Bitch Up”? I’m pretty fucking sure that was me last night…I really was that drunk. Disgusting.
As you all know, my mother left us, and there has been bad drama with her going on. I came home last night to grab my brandy and change into cooler clothes, and she was there, with my aunt and uncle who had randomly showed up for no reason. I said hullo to my aunt and uncle, but I totally ignored her. That really pissed her off I guess, because she was trying to be Miss Perfect Hostess in front of the relatives (really, who CARES? ESPECIALLY if they’re the in-laws and you don’t live here anymore.) but it made me quite angry to see that the bitch had dared to show her face at the house again.
So that anger quickly manifested itself into “fuck this, I’m getting drunk.”
And, long story short, I was embarrassing. I was the drunk girl. I kept trying to swan dive off of Lauren’s porch. I forgot close friend’s names. I didn’t even QUESTION whether or not Greg was okay to drive, I just got into the car and eventually stumbled into Cumby’s, blasted out of my mind. I bought a slushie which I then dumped in the parking lot two seconds later. We went to Ryan and Blair’s place and the SECOND we got there I stumbled into the bathroom and gakked my fucking brains out. I kept yelling for Blair even though she was in Providence, and I puked so much that Mike said I eventually was vomiting pure stomach acid. If it hurt, I didn’t notice. The vomiting did nothing to aid my inebriation, I may have settled my guts a bit, but I was still plowed to the extent that I couldn’t fucking walk.
We watched a few episodes of Cowboy Bebop and Hellsing, but eventually we started watching porn. Don’t ask me how or why, but we did. And of course, I’m trashed, and start sucking on Greg’s fingers, and he starts calling me a tease, so he told everyone we were going to go get food and were coming back later.
Well, that was a dirty fucking lie.
What really happened was us parking off in the woods somewhere by Cobb’s Corner and having really rough, filthy sex in the bed of his truck that I only really partially remember. I guess I was screaming, so he had to cover my mouth, I remember that. I don’t remember anything else, though. He did say that it was amazing even though he felt wicked white trash for doing it. Lol.
So it’s 4 AM at this point, and Greg decides he wants a big mac. So we pull up to McDonald’s, and the lady took too long to take his order, so he SPED off into the night, dropped Tony off, and went to drop me off.
Well, I lost my housekey.
AGAIN.
I slept in the fucking car last night. I woke up at 7AM to my father letting Chloe out, and I slid out and staggered up to the house. He just LAUGHED at me.
Dad: …did you SLEEP in there?
Me: …lost my key…
Dad: you were drinking, weren’t you?
Me: Yeah. Not gonna lie.
Dad: Well, go to bed, honey. *laughing*
And then my mother sent me a text message saying “U were rude and ignorant 2 me last nite” to which I replied that this was the second time she ran out on us like a little crybaby, and told her to stop texting me.
And this was her response, I shit you not.
“What do u care thought u were not going 2 miss me jane said u had probs I don’t stay in violent re lationships or didn’t dad tell u want he did? U get nothindont text me ps u ran out on me and treat me like shit go pierce something u r a bratt I did not raise bratts don’t know what u r”
That’s all her spelling and grammar, by the way. Pathetic, no? I hate her so much, she’s such a dumb fucking bitch. I hope she stays away.
So I showed the text message to my brother and we went out to eat together, smack talking her the whole time. It was awesome. But he said that I look like rent was due on the corner and I couldn’t pay. Didn’t know what I meant until I looked in the mirror, saw the MESS that my hair was, the crack-starved look in my eyes, and the GIANT fucking hickey on my neck that’s really gross. And miscellaneous bruises…
I’m pretty sure my boyfriend would uh. Kill me if I called him right now. So I’m gonna shower, and take a nap. It’s hot and I don’t want to do anything atm…
Just a side note. Has anyone seen the Prodigy music video for “Smack My Bitch Up”? I’m pretty fucking sure that was me last night…I really was that drunk. Disgusting.