Diana's Birthday
I woke up this morning at 7 am laying on the floor of my living room with absolutely no recollection of how I got there. Apparently I sat in that spot for hours last night... I have never ever been so trashed in my life. Last night I was a bumbling, drooling retard. Too many shots, bitch beer and pot made the night impossible to remember. Usually when I'm fucked up, I can vaguely remember bits and pieces of the night with fuzzy spots of useless details... This morning I asked Diana whose puke it was in the box in the living room. It's mine. I don't remember throwing up at all.. not one tiny bit. I don't remember sitting on the floor. I don't remember playing cards. I don't remember anything from when the shots kicked in and on. I really wish I could rewind and tone it down a little. Or a lot.
There are some people who get really fucked up and say they know their limit, but just ignore it. I'm one of those people. I say I know my limit, but I have come to the realization that I actually don't.
There are some people who get really fucked up and say they know their limit, but just ignore it. I'm one of those people. I say I know my limit, but I have come to the realization that I actually don't.