Dec 26, 2006 09:09
Last night, I got drunk with Rosie, Marc Cook, and my mom.
Marc fell asleep and Rosie, my mom, and I stayed up talking for a long time.
I liked it a lot.
My mom told me about this time that she had two garbage bags full of pot in the back of her car because she used to deal.
I told my mom about every time I ever smoked.
Not that it's a lot.
I also told my mom about how I can drink pretty much wherever I want, whenever I want.
Rosie talked to my mom about her exboyfriend and newboyfriend.
I talked to my mom a lot about Erik Lambart and how much he made me feel bad about myself.
My mom talked to Johnny Mac on the phone.
Basically, everyone found out a lot about eachother.
I liked it.
Unfortunately, as soon as our long conversation was done and I got on the phone with Johnny Mac, I got to the point of blacking out and I was on the phone with him for an hour and a half and I don't know what we talked about.
So today I'm going to have to call him and apologize for anything completely retarded that I said.
I hate that.
Oh, Merry Christmas.