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Well, my mommy went away fro three days, so that means 3 days of partying. I had my parties, they were great, but last night wasn't.
Wednesday: I got really, really drunk, I called my ex, Andy (who I love to fucking death still, after being apart for 3 months or more) when I was trying to go sit down in one of the chairs in the backyard, I fell and I layed in the grass for a long time and talked to Andy. Man, it was perfect. I ahd everything I needed, I had a 26er of Wisers in my hand, a cigarette in the other, a joint in my pocket, and Andy. I was happy. I'm not usually happy. But it was like 2 in the morning and Andy was falling asleep so we said goodbye and shit and he said I love you, and I started to cry and quickly said I love you too and hung up. I layed there in the grass for a minute and I figured I'd wait for someone to come out and get me because I was too lazy to get up and go inside. But no one came so I staggered into the house. Everyone was inside watching porn. Steve was in the other room passed out so I went and layed beside him and used him as a pillow. :) I got up because I thought I was going to puke. I got up and then fell over and crawled to the bathroom and puked. Steve was awake when I got back so we cuddled and shit and then fell asleep. It was like 4:30.
Thursday: I woke up to a huge fucking mess. Steve woke up with me though and helped clean up. You could barely walk around without stepping on someone. Everyone was passed out on the floor. After me and Steve were done cleaning stuff up we sat outside, smoked a joint and a few cigarettes. Then eevryone starting waking up. A lot of people left to go home and get cleaned up. Everybody that was there Wednesday came back. Me and Steve went to the liquor store and bought some more alcohol and then bought some cigarettes. We starting drinking at 8 and I called Andy. I was so pissed off. This is what he said to me: "I got a handjob today in the park, it was great." That's liek the last thing I wanted to hear. I got so jealous. I felt so shitty. I don't know why he would even tell me that. He knows it would make me upset. I'm still fucking upset about it. But anyway, after he told me that I wanted to put my fucking head through the wall. But I didn't. I just told him I had to go. So I spent the rest of the night sitting by myself on the driveway. I went to bed at 3:00.
Friday: I woke up at 10. Everybody had to be out of the house by 10. So I woke up and I was like "oh shit..." So I went around waking everybody up and tellin ghtem they had to leave right away. I didn't know when my mom was comming home, but I just figured I'd get everyone out by 10 just to be safe. It was almost 11 when the last person left. Then I had the mess to clean up. Steve stayed and helped me. But then he had to elave too becasue I wasn't supposed to have anyone over. My mom and her boyfriend got home at 1. I haven't got caught yet. But anywho, I ahve nothing else to write, so...Yeah, goodbye. :)
Wednesday: I got really, really drunk, I called my ex, Andy (who I love to fucking death still, after being apart for 3 months or more) when I was trying to go sit down in one of the chairs in the backyard, I fell and I layed in the grass for a long time and talked to Andy. Man, it was perfect. I ahd everything I needed, I had a 26er of Wisers in my hand, a cigarette in the other, a joint in my pocket, and Andy. I was happy. I'm not usually happy. But it was like 2 in the morning and Andy was falling asleep so we said goodbye and shit and he said I love you, and I started to cry and quickly said I love you too and hung up. I layed there in the grass for a minute and I figured I'd wait for someone to come out and get me because I was too lazy to get up and go inside. But no one came so I staggered into the house. Everyone was inside watching porn. Steve was in the other room passed out so I went and layed beside him and used him as a pillow. :) I got up because I thought I was going to puke. I got up and then fell over and crawled to the bathroom and puked. Steve was awake when I got back so we cuddled and shit and then fell asleep. It was like 4:30.
Thursday: I woke up to a huge fucking mess. Steve woke up with me though and helped clean up. You could barely walk around without stepping on someone. Everyone was passed out on the floor. After me and Steve were done cleaning stuff up we sat outside, smoked a joint and a few cigarettes. Then eevryone starting waking up. A lot of people left to go home and get cleaned up. Everybody that was there Wednesday came back. Me and Steve went to the liquor store and bought some more alcohol and then bought some cigarettes. We starting drinking at 8 and I called Andy. I was so pissed off. This is what he said to me: "I got a handjob today in the park, it was great." That's liek the last thing I wanted to hear. I got so jealous. I felt so shitty. I don't know why he would even tell me that. He knows it would make me upset. I'm still fucking upset about it. But anyway, after he told me that I wanted to put my fucking head through the wall. But I didn't. I just told him I had to go. So I spent the rest of the night sitting by myself on the driveway. I went to bed at 3:00.
Friday: I woke up at 10. Everybody had to be out of the house by 10. So I woke up and I was like "oh shit..." So I went around waking everybody up and tellin ghtem they had to leave right away. I didn't know when my mom was comming home, but I just figured I'd get everyone out by 10 just to be safe. It was almost 11 when the last person left. Then I had the mess to clean up. Steve stayed and helped me. But then he had to elave too becasue I wasn't supposed to have anyone over. My mom and her boyfriend got home at 1. I haven't got caught yet. But anywho, I ahve nothing else to write, so...Yeah, goodbye. :)