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Let it be known, that I am a complete dumbass.
A few nights ago, I hung out with a few people that I hadn't seen in quite a long time. So, thinking it might be a little awkward, I proceeded to drink... and drink... and drink. The drinks were quite stout to begin with. I was handling them like a pro until something in my stomach disagreed. That's right folks.... I puked. A lot. Until I couldn't anymore pretty much. Normally puking in front of someone wouldn't phase me a bit. It happens to everyone. However, I was sort of set on impressing these particular people. Puking on their mother's carpet just isn't how you do it. Neither is having them stop in the middle of chenal so you can dry heave. So here is my apology to them (if they read it... I now one of them has a few times in the past. I won't use your name.) I'm really fucking sorry. I'll probably never see you again anyway, so it shouldn't matter, but yeah. I hope you don't think I'm completely disgusting.
And now I'm going to get this over with: I fucking hate christmas at my house. It's just a day for my parents to pretend they're happy and for my grandparents to shower my little sister with gifts. Yeah, I am feeling sorry for myself. Shove it if you don't like it. I just fucking hate it.
And I really miss Pimp Daddy Long Legs. Terribly. I should call him. No. He should call me. I think I'll go fail an attempt of suicide so that we can just forget about Christmas this year.
A few nights ago, I hung out with a few people that I hadn't seen in quite a long time. So, thinking it might be a little awkward, I proceeded to drink... and drink... and drink. The drinks were quite stout to begin with. I was handling them like a pro until something in my stomach disagreed. That's right folks.... I puked. A lot. Until I couldn't anymore pretty much. Normally puking in front of someone wouldn't phase me a bit. It happens to everyone. However, I was sort of set on impressing these particular people. Puking on their mother's carpet just isn't how you do it. Neither is having them stop in the middle of chenal so you can dry heave. So here is my apology to them (if they read it... I now one of them has a few times in the past. I won't use your name.) I'm really fucking sorry. I'll probably never see you again anyway, so it shouldn't matter, but yeah. I hope you don't think I'm completely disgusting.
And now I'm going to get this over with: I fucking hate christmas at my house. It's just a day for my parents to pretend they're happy and for my grandparents to shower my little sister with gifts. Yeah, I am feeling sorry for myself. Shove it if you don't like it. I just fucking hate it.
And I really miss Pimp Daddy Long Legs. Terribly. I should call him. No. He should call me. I think I'll go fail an attempt of suicide so that we can just forget about Christmas this year.