you're all probably going to hate me after this post.
i'm kinda faded but i feel alright
thinking 'bout making my move tonight
i can't pretend that you're only my friend
when you're holding my body tight
cus i like the way you're making your move
i like the way you're making me wait
and at the end of the night
when i make up your mind
you'll coming on home with me
biaaaatch!
so i went to steve's kegger,
made myself a mango martini which got me wasted,
shared the rest of the vodka and mixer,
got up to pee, lost my drink,
saw tuggie but didn't say hi (anyone remember him? man he's from about two years ago),
peed again but didn't go back to the party,
laid in steve's bed, got a horrible case of the spins,
maybe fell asleep?
got up still drunk about 45 minutes later cus steve came in,
surprised him cus everyone was gone,
got a bit of water and he was watching team america,
then he got a phone call and wanted to leave but i wasn't in driving condition,
so i went to sleep.
woke up to my phone ringing at 2:30,
it was tuggie (i'd given my number to his brother),
mumbled that i was sleeping,
steve came back a few minutes later,
then i came home.
can you have a hangover a few hours after you drink, or is it only a hangover the next day? i feel like shiiiiiiit. peach mango margaritas tonight, woooooo! i'll be trashed at rocky. i still need a costume.
oh! i bought another shoe thing for my closet and it looks so good! plus i've got more room for more shoes now. mas sopatos! lemme take a picture:
it's effing shoes galore, man! that's an entire side of one closet. and i still have a hanging shoe thing with flip flops. you can't really see my boots, but that's 36 pairs of shoes. it's my vice. never mind cigarettes, sex, drugs, or alcohol, just let me shop!! dammit if i can't stop! it's all about the V.I.C.E everybody's got another side you don't see... it's a good thing my closet is massive. really, it's the whole reason i picked my bedroom.
speaking of my vice, these came the other day:
i got the green ones. so cute, but the timing sucks cus now it's all rainy and cold.
my mom said she had to go to the bank, so i went with her cus i had a fatty deposit. she asked how much i was going to put in my savings and i said all of it ($680). then i said, oh wait, all but $150 that i paid the DJ cus i used her checkbook. she was so thrilled that i have money in a savings account that she said nevermind paying her back for jose! since she paid for the DJ, i technically broke even! yay, prom wasn't a hole in my bank account after all! she also said that she wants to take me car shopping one weekend. as if i need a new car, right? then she said the magic words- BMW and mercedes. the chevy was just paid off too. my plan is to drive it until it dies, but if she wants to get rid of my chevy and hook me up with a convertible of my dreams, feel free! i'm not counting on it though. aaaaand it's 6 am.
thinking 'bout making my move tonight
i can't pretend that you're only my friend
when you're holding my body tight
cus i like the way you're making your move
i like the way you're making me wait
and at the end of the night
when i make up your mind
you'll coming on home with me
biaaaatch!
so i went to steve's kegger,
made myself a mango martini which got me wasted,
shared the rest of the vodka and mixer,
got up to pee, lost my drink,
saw tuggie but didn't say hi (anyone remember him? man he's from about two years ago),
peed again but didn't go back to the party,
laid in steve's bed, got a horrible case of the spins,
maybe fell asleep?
got up still drunk about 45 minutes later cus steve came in,
surprised him cus everyone was gone,
got a bit of water and he was watching team america,
then he got a phone call and wanted to leave but i wasn't in driving condition,
so i went to sleep.
woke up to my phone ringing at 2:30,
it was tuggie (i'd given my number to his brother),
mumbled that i was sleeping,
steve came back a few minutes later,
then i came home.
can you have a hangover a few hours after you drink, or is it only a hangover the next day? i feel like shiiiiiiit. peach mango margaritas tonight, woooooo! i'll be trashed at rocky. i still need a costume.
oh! i bought another shoe thing for my closet and it looks so good! plus i've got more room for more shoes now. mas sopatos! lemme take a picture:
it's effing shoes galore, man! that's an entire side of one closet. and i still have a hanging shoe thing with flip flops. you can't really see my boots, but that's 36 pairs of shoes. it's my vice. never mind cigarettes, sex, drugs, or alcohol, just let me shop!! dammit if i can't stop! it's all about the V.I.C.E everybody's got another side you don't see... it's a good thing my closet is massive. really, it's the whole reason i picked my bedroom.
speaking of my vice, these came the other day:
i got the green ones. so cute, but the timing sucks cus now it's all rainy and cold.
my mom said she had to go to the bank, so i went with her cus i had a fatty deposit. she asked how much i was going to put in my savings and i said all of it ($680). then i said, oh wait, all but $150 that i paid the DJ cus i used her checkbook. she was so thrilled that i have money in a savings account that she said nevermind paying her back for jose! since she paid for the DJ, i technically broke even! yay, prom wasn't a hole in my bank account after all! she also said that she wants to take me car shopping one weekend. as if i need a new car, right? then she said the magic words- BMW and mercedes. the chevy was just paid off too. my plan is to drive it until it dies, but if she wants to get rid of my chevy and hook me up with a convertible of my dreams, feel free! i'm not counting on it though. aaaaand it's 6 am.