Almost dying and having people make fun of you in the process... Priceless.
*Disclaimer: If you do not want to see my bitching at its finest... I suggest you turn back now.
Now, for those of you who know about what happened in Gainesville,Congratulations, you have seen my embarrassment at its finest. For those of you who dont know... dont bother asking me because this is the last time shit about it will be mentioned from my lips. Ok. I did something that was very wrong (and all my fault by the way), because I drank way too much... and because of this, I got really sick both physically and mentally. Embarrassment to myself and another person aside, here are the things about that night I DID NOT EXPECT FROM PEOPLE:
1. I DO NOT enjoy referred to as someone that another person should "hit shit" with, just because, at the time, I appear to be a tad on the sleaze side. I do not personally know whatever fuckers posted comments on a certain someones facebook, but I DID NOT expect nor enjoy that at all. A girl who is wayyyyyyy over her alcohol limit and is on the verge of passing out, should NEVER be referred to as if a fucking credit card. I dont even know the cunt bag who posted this particular comment on "someones" facebook, but apparently, he had to ask one of his douche bag friends what my name was so he could post a fucking played out message on facebook, cause he is, in essence, a born again poser.
2. I may know one of you a scosh who posted something to the tune of. "when ____ walks in the door, all the ladies throw themselves on him". Get a fucking clue child. It was a party... and all fucking occurrences at that party should stay private. Now I know you may want to skip (cause you are a tad fag) along and like a fairy, put little "funny" comments under peoples facebook pillows at night. ITS NOT FUCKING FUNNY. It was an incident that happened to two people who are in no way, shape or form related to you in any sense of the word, but since you are, like a previous person mentioned, a poser, you felt the need to make yourself part of a situation, that because you are such a douche bag, you were purposely left out of. I know it stings on the way down, but lets face it facebook posters who dont even know my last name, you have no life and I'm sure a video game or something is now calling for you to masturbate to its pleasures.
3. I am in no way shape or form surprised by certain people who could have cared less about my condition Friday night. I am perturbed about a few though. Now, I know its more important while I have the shivers and am throwing up everywhere to hang out with your vampire looking friends and giggle like an english school girl to porn, would it really kill you, as being such a "close friend" and all, to even fucking check on me and just not revel in my pain. I know its hard for you to accept the fact that you are completely self centered (whether it be drunk or sober)... but still, I DO NOT ENJOY being told by someone that while I'm in a world of hallucination and misery, you are there laughing it up and wondering what will satisfy your needs next.
4. To all of you who feel you need to get one more jab in about how drunk I was that night and how retarded I became... go for it, this is your last chance. It happened 3 days ago people. Fucking get over it. I dont like little comments here back and forth (whether it be a phone call about a note I left or a "a drunk mind speaks a sober tounge") philosophical insight as to who I am and what I did. I get it. I WAS DRUNK TO THE POINT WHERE I CANT REMEMBER ANYTHING. I DID SOMETHING THAT WAS WRONG AND THE PERSON I DID IT WITH IS OVER IT TOO. I AM TIRED OF TRYING TO DO A CUTE "AMY" FROWN WHENEVER IT IS MENTIONED. EVERY TIME YOU BRING IT UP I ONLY THINK OF YOU AS LESS OF A PERSON. SO STOP TRYING. ITS GETTING OLD JUST LIKE YOU AND YOUR LAME ASS JOKES, AND IN ESSENCE, EXISTENCE.
This is all I needed to say. I had a great time in Gainesville, but thanks to a select few people who felt the need to attempt coolness and self gratification, I am more pissed (as compared to embarrassed) at you than ever. I suggest you get a life and stop examining who I am and what I do, because looking at it now, you are the one who needs a little self reflection, although, I know it will be hard to see such a disgusting image in the personal mirror.
PS: If you personally know anyone of who I'm speaking of in this post, I suggest you tell them about my anger so I can confront them about who the fuck they think they are.
Now, for those of you who know about what happened in Gainesville,Congratulations, you have seen my embarrassment at its finest. For those of you who dont know... dont bother asking me because this is the last time shit about it will be mentioned from my lips. Ok. I did something that was very wrong (and all my fault by the way), because I drank way too much... and because of this, I got really sick both physically and mentally. Embarrassment to myself and another person aside, here are the things about that night I DID NOT EXPECT FROM PEOPLE:
1. I DO NOT enjoy referred to as someone that another person should "hit shit" with, just because, at the time, I appear to be a tad on the sleaze side. I do not personally know whatever fuckers posted comments on a certain someones facebook, but I DID NOT expect nor enjoy that at all. A girl who is wayyyyyyy over her alcohol limit and is on the verge of passing out, should NEVER be referred to as if a fucking credit card. I dont even know the cunt bag who posted this particular comment on "someones" facebook, but apparently, he had to ask one of his douche bag friends what my name was so he could post a fucking played out message on facebook, cause he is, in essence, a born again poser.
2. I may know one of you a scosh who posted something to the tune of. "when ____ walks in the door, all the ladies throw themselves on him". Get a fucking clue child. It was a party... and all fucking occurrences at that party should stay private. Now I know you may want to skip (cause you are a tad fag) along and like a fairy, put little "funny" comments under peoples facebook pillows at night. ITS NOT FUCKING FUNNY. It was an incident that happened to two people who are in no way, shape or form related to you in any sense of the word, but since you are, like a previous person mentioned, a poser, you felt the need to make yourself part of a situation, that because you are such a douche bag, you were purposely left out of. I know it stings on the way down, but lets face it facebook posters who dont even know my last name, you have no life and I'm sure a video game or something is now calling for you to masturbate to its pleasures.
3. I am in no way shape or form surprised by certain people who could have cared less about my condition Friday night. I am perturbed about a few though. Now, I know its more important while I have the shivers and am throwing up everywhere to hang out with your vampire looking friends and giggle like an english school girl to porn, would it really kill you, as being such a "close friend" and all, to even fucking check on me and just not revel in my pain. I know its hard for you to accept the fact that you are completely self centered (whether it be drunk or sober)... but still, I DO NOT ENJOY being told by someone that while I'm in a world of hallucination and misery, you are there laughing it up and wondering what will satisfy your needs next.
4. To all of you who feel you need to get one more jab in about how drunk I was that night and how retarded I became... go for it, this is your last chance. It happened 3 days ago people. Fucking get over it. I dont like little comments here back and forth (whether it be a phone call about a note I left or a "a drunk mind speaks a sober tounge") philosophical insight as to who I am and what I did. I get it. I WAS DRUNK TO THE POINT WHERE I CANT REMEMBER ANYTHING. I DID SOMETHING THAT WAS WRONG AND THE PERSON I DID IT WITH IS OVER IT TOO. I AM TIRED OF TRYING TO DO A CUTE "AMY" FROWN WHENEVER IT IS MENTIONED. EVERY TIME YOU BRING IT UP I ONLY THINK OF YOU AS LESS OF A PERSON. SO STOP TRYING. ITS GETTING OLD JUST LIKE YOU AND YOUR LAME ASS JOKES, AND IN ESSENCE, EXISTENCE.
This is all I needed to say. I had a great time in Gainesville, but thanks to a select few people who felt the need to attempt coolness and self gratification, I am more pissed (as compared to embarrassed) at you than ever. I suggest you get a life and stop examining who I am and what I do, because looking at it now, you are the one who needs a little self reflection, although, I know it will be hard to see such a disgusting image in the personal mirror.
PS: If you personally know anyone of who I'm speaking of in this post, I suggest you tell them about my anger so I can confront them about who the fuck they think they are.