Jul 24, 2005 17:53
He told me he thinks we need a break. Because he doesn't know how to deal with the fact that I'm sad and upset when he breaks his plans with me. Just come see me. How hard is that? So we're doing this break thing. But against my will. It's all probably going to end, and I'm not even close to being ready for that. I haven't had time to break down and cry for hours on end. So I know that when I do, it will be horrid.
Last night I got completely and utterly smashed at Cathy's house. I was just a wreck all day yesterday, and I just wanted to drink. Jessi and Nikki came out with me, since I obviously was not driving. Nikki and I put away a bottle of Pucker in about half an hour, and then I proceeded to drink two Jack Daniel's WildBerry drinks ((I think that's what they were)) and two Mike's Hard Lemonade. Yeah, shitty drinks, I know. None the less, I was drunk by 11:30. After that, I don't remember much, except ranting about Eric, and probably saying things I shouldn't have.
Then there was building a fire, which was dangerous for me to even be around. We didn't stay much longer after the fire, since I passed out on a sleeping bag next to the fire. So we decided it was time to leave, since it was 2:30 and I had to be at work at 12. The ride home was very hard for me. After the horrible curves, I felt all the alcohol coming back up. I made Jessi pull over on Vine St. just in time for me to slam her car door into the curb and proceed to vomit everywhere. During this time, I didn't notice, nor feel, that I was vomitting all over my shoes, pants, and keys. After that, all I remember is Nikki and Jessi laughing and trying not to vomit themselves. What a glorious night.
Yes. And now I have an interview at WalMart on Wednesday. I really need extra money.
xoxo