Drunk Post # 2
Wow, I'm drunk on beer. How novel!
Anyway, I wouldn't have found the post button if I hadn't alreadly had some idea of where it was, so we'll leave this for posterityy again.
I'm upset. My friend is getting married, and I'm tanked, and my Dad had to come pick me up.
I've always been the sort of "Golden Child" in my family, the one who never messes up or anything. My dad came and got me from my friend's house tonight, and that is a scenario I'd never imagined. Who I'm--
Okay, I just spent a few minutes in the bathroom puking (more than I needed to) and then finding my power cord because I had to say this.
Mh family means the world to me, and even though I have to focus VERY hard at the moment to discover any kind of error, they always will. We're Catholic, and I seemed to absorb that particularly wee things that made [\up th \e faith as a kid. Things I can't relate to. Despite it all, I find my religion rewarding, and all sorts of other things. I don't know. I'm really drunk. And I know my Dad did all sorts of stuff to be nice to me tonight, te firswt time I've ever been tanked in front of him (I had one [very strong] bloody mary and three [maybe four] beers, and as I don't drink often, wow, they were more than enough.
I just want to say, before I pass out,
--that ai love my Dad. he's always taken care of my five siblings and me,a nd even though he picked me up stinkin g drunk tonight, he was really, really nice,e ven if he was disappointed or something. I have to puke again, ut f anyone were hanging out with me (not tat I want them to), it'd be dad.
*typed with closed eyes and incredibly intoxicated* The whole journal.
I love Dad. Gotta puke..
Back. Still love Dad, still hate puking.
Okay, so, my GF is getting married. I got carried away Super Catholic. Nice Dad. I lvoe Dad. Dad loves me. Friends are understanding of hang-ups and love me. I love friends. Gonna be hung over in the morning. Worth it.
Good nignt, everyone <3
Oka, wow ,when dd I have tis much? Ugh, I'm sick.
Anyway, I wouldn't have found the post button if I hadn't alreadly had some idea of where it was, so we'll leave this for posterityy again.
I'm upset. My friend is getting married, and I'm tanked, and my Dad had to come pick me up.
I've always been the sort of "Golden Child" in my family, the one who never messes up or anything. My dad came and got me from my friend's house tonight, and that is a scenario I'd never imagined. Who I'm--
Okay, I just spent a few minutes in the bathroom puking (more than I needed to) and then finding my power cord because I had to say this.
Mh family means the world to me, and even though I have to focus VERY hard at the moment to discover any kind of error, they always will. We're Catholic, and I seemed to absorb that particularly wee things that made [\up th \e faith as a kid. Things I can't relate to. Despite it all, I find my religion rewarding, and all sorts of other things. I don't know. I'm really drunk. And I know my Dad did all sorts of stuff to be nice to me tonight, te firswt time I've ever been tanked in front of him (I had one [very strong] bloody mary and three [maybe four] beers, and as I don't drink often, wow, they were more than enough.
I just want to say, before I pass out,
--that ai love my Dad. he's always taken care of my five siblings and me,a nd even though he picked me up stinkin g drunk tonight, he was really, really nice,e ven if he was disappointed or something. I have to puke again, ut f anyone were hanging out with me (not tat I want them to), it'd be dad.
*typed with closed eyes and incredibly intoxicated* The whole journal.
I love Dad. Gotta puke..
Back. Still love Dad, still hate puking.
Okay, so, my GF is getting married. I got carried away Super Catholic. Nice Dad. I lvoe Dad. Dad loves me. Friends are understanding of hang-ups and love me. I love friends. Gonna be hung over in the morning. Worth it.
Good nignt, everyone <3
Oka, wow ,when dd I have tis much? Ugh, I'm sick.