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forgot to eat yesterday. drank a lot of vodka sodas. played some pool.
as a result of the first two, i got rather salty and seriously more tanked than i meant to at the matador. i stumbled out and forgot to pay my tab, sticking john with it (whoops sorry i love you), not the first time (or the last) that he'll pay to get me tanked. some guy we had been talking to at the bar, who was playing pool next to us, who john introduced to me privately by saying "he hits on me EVERY time he's here" but who later said he was straight and hit on me, followed me out of the bar and escorted me home. which i may have needed. i was rather stumbly and i dont remember the whole walk home. i think i gave him my number. and im 99 percent sure we made out a little bit outside. i dont remember his name. although i think i would recognize him if i saw him again. mistakes.
so ive been pretty much drinking til blackout the past several nights. passing out with my shoes on and everything. it was easy to go back to it. fuck. i dont know where i stand with this.
i did make the most beautiful accidental shot. double sink. it was glorious, one stripe just followed the other right on in. i stood between the tables and invited anyone in the bar to come suck my dick and declared i was a goddess.
i just want to get back to 110. i miss when i would cross my legs at the ankle and my thighs STILL didn't touch.
gmail isn't loading. i am supremely pissed.
as a result of the first two, i got rather salty and seriously more tanked than i meant to at the matador. i stumbled out and forgot to pay my tab, sticking john with it (whoops sorry i love you), not the first time (or the last) that he'll pay to get me tanked. some guy we had been talking to at the bar, who was playing pool next to us, who john introduced to me privately by saying "he hits on me EVERY time he's here" but who later said he was straight and hit on me, followed me out of the bar and escorted me home. which i may have needed. i was rather stumbly and i dont remember the whole walk home. i think i gave him my number. and im 99 percent sure we made out a little bit outside. i dont remember his name. although i think i would recognize him if i saw him again. mistakes.
so ive been pretty much drinking til blackout the past several nights. passing out with my shoes on and everything. it was easy to go back to it. fuck. i dont know where i stand with this.
i did make the most beautiful accidental shot. double sink. it was glorious, one stripe just followed the other right on in. i stood between the tables and invited anyone in the bar to come suck my dick and declared i was a goddess.
i just want to get back to 110. i miss when i would cross my legs at the ankle and my thighs STILL didn't touch.
gmail isn't loading. i am supremely pissed.