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nothing better than waking up after your monday night tequila binge to an earthquake.. my very first earth quake..
it was scary..
& unreal..it makes you feel helpless & confused..
first i thought it was my friends cat scratching the couch & i was like trouble get off then i thought wait um what is that maybe its a bus or a helicopter real close then i saw the entire room swaying & i mean the whole house floors everything & i remembered fuck im in LA its an fn earthquake.. i dont even know what your supposed to do when that happens.. i just sat there waiting for the floor to open up..
but the craziest part is that when i came home nothing i mean nothing had fallen off my walls or shelves.. that is a miracle..
im at a strange place right now.. all i do is go out to bars with tach & get smashed.. i havent made anything or done anything kindof productive in a horribly long time.. justin hates me for this because everytime he comes home im either on the couch watching turner classic movies with my eyes shut or im just not home at all.. ive made an awful mess of the house.. piles of stuff everywhere & i am broker than all hell but still insist on drinking cazadores.. i need to change my routine.. find motivation again.. remember that i am not a slug..
i think going on a road trip to portland with friends on my last borrowed dollars will be a good way to do that.. i am a bad person.. but i dont know what else to do.. im sick of cleaning up my mess over & over again.. i just want to leave it & move on..
..at least for a little while longer
it was scary..
& unreal..it makes you feel helpless & confused..
first i thought it was my friends cat scratching the couch & i was like trouble get off then i thought wait um what is that maybe its a bus or a helicopter real close then i saw the entire room swaying & i mean the whole house floors everything & i remembered fuck im in LA its an fn earthquake.. i dont even know what your supposed to do when that happens.. i just sat there waiting for the floor to open up..
but the craziest part is that when i came home nothing i mean nothing had fallen off my walls or shelves.. that is a miracle..
im at a strange place right now.. all i do is go out to bars with tach & get smashed.. i havent made anything or done anything kindof productive in a horribly long time.. justin hates me for this because everytime he comes home im either on the couch watching turner classic movies with my eyes shut or im just not home at all.. ive made an awful mess of the house.. piles of stuff everywhere & i am broker than all hell but still insist on drinking cazadores.. i need to change my routine.. find motivation again.. remember that i am not a slug..
i think going on a road trip to portland with friends on my last borrowed dollars will be a good way to do that.. i am a bad person.. but i dont know what else to do.. im sick of cleaning up my mess over & over again.. i just want to leave it & move on..
..at least for a little while longer