Stop the madness!
So apparently last night I punched Katrina in the jaw so hard I knocked off her glasses. I also punched quizmaster Matt a few times but not in the face. They were laughing at my stupid drunk ass and I went into an elementary school rage. I shouted "stop laughing at me!", ran over to them a few feet away, and started swinging. The night before, during the car ride home I apparently tried to escape the moving vehicle. Katie had to yell at me and stop me. Then I gave up on being awake and fell asleep in her lap. Last Sunday I apparently smacked Fred so hard his plug flew out of his ear. Then a bunch of other times recently I apparently smacked and punched several of my friends. I'm not an angry drunk. Really. I for some reason just happen to like hitting people once the night's a little expired. It's like happy drunk Jasmine goes away and someone else takes over. I'm the goddamn queen of not remembering what happened towards the end of a booze filled night. It's pretty bad.
In other news I'm still alive. Works picking up here and there. I went on an ebay binge for a little bit. I'm slowly but surely becoming a scumbag tattoo artist. The perv in me is coming out more these days. It's kinda fun actually. Chris and I are making some sweet ass music. I'm liking life right now. We'll see what happens in a couple of months.
In other news I'm still alive. Works picking up here and there. I went on an ebay binge for a little bit. I'm slowly but surely becoming a scumbag tattoo artist. The perv in me is coming out more these days. It's kinda fun actually. Chris and I are making some sweet ass music. I'm liking life right now. We'll see what happens in a couple of months.