I need to get drunk and fall more often
Seeing as how my right leg is bruised so badly I can hardly walk, I skipped school this morning and have no plans for going to my evening class. This also makes me exempt from rehearsal today.
You would think I was terminally ill. My mother and Rita have babied me all morning. I could definetley get used to this. Rita even went all the way to Hazard this morning to get me some glazed doughnuts from the Pantry Shelf. They make their own and they are soooo good. Much better than Krispy Kreme even.
If only they knew I bruised myself from being a drunkard. They think I fell down some steps at the college.
Last night I decided I had to drink again, afterall I was in some pain. Me, Nessa, Morgan, Joe, Jay and Devin decided we were going back up to Trus and partying again. So Morgan and I split on a case of Budweiser and everyone else split on a fifth of Jim Beam Black.
We get to Trus and hung out there for probably 3 hours. Then Morgan and I got down to 2 beers. I had just cracked one open when the cop car pulled up. I slung it as far as I could and stuck my jacket over the empty box. My brother and Joe jumped on Jay's atv and ran off. So the cop comes straight to me and asks if I've been drinking and of course I was like "Nope." So he asks me to swear to that and I was like o.k. The whole time there was an open bottle sitting right at my feet. He looked at me and then he goes "Ohh you're Jim's daughter ain't you?" I was like "Yeah thats my dad." Then he goes "I know you've been drinking sweetie but I'm going to let you go because of your dad, but you keep in mind I don't do this for everyone and as long as you don't drive home you can go." That was too awesome, maybe having to appear in campaign commercials doesn't suck as bad as I thought. That has to be the only way he recognized me. I see myself on t.v. at least 3 times a day and if you live in Kentucky then you see me too.
So after that I came home and passed out. But we've all got plans to go get fuckedered up again tonight. This time Charles is supposed to come, so I'll probably get drunk and be all lovey. I tend to do that when hott guys are around, I'm a flirt anyway but given an alcohol factor I tend to be extremely flirty.
It's rainy here so we're going to have to find somewhere cool to party. Perhaps we will go to the barn, but if we go out there we all have to take atv's. Joe and Vanessa don't have one. I have one but I'll let Charles drive me on it and then my brother can take Vanessa and Morgan can take Joe or something. Damnit we'll figure it out. We just have to hide them in the barn or the cops will know we're there. Otherwise, we'd take my Trailblazer.
I need to shower and go make a withdrawal from my bank account before the bank closes. I need beer money damnit!
I dreamt about Brant again last night. Probably because I talked to him yesterday but still. He's good looking in his own way but he's not my type so to speak. So why do I keep dreaming that we're together? We're all going on a trail ride Saturday and seeing as how my brother scares the fuck out of me popping wheelies and shit on atv's, and I won't drive mine up the side of these mountains, I'll probably ride with Brant or Dustin. I just wish I knew what was up with the dreams. I need a dream interpreter thingy-ma-bob.
You would think I was terminally ill. My mother and Rita have babied me all morning. I could definetley get used to this. Rita even went all the way to Hazard this morning to get me some glazed doughnuts from the Pantry Shelf. They make their own and they are soooo good. Much better than Krispy Kreme even.
If only they knew I bruised myself from being a drunkard. They think I fell down some steps at the college.
Last night I decided I had to drink again, afterall I was in some pain. Me, Nessa, Morgan, Joe, Jay and Devin decided we were going back up to Trus and partying again. So Morgan and I split on a case of Budweiser and everyone else split on a fifth of Jim Beam Black.
We get to Trus and hung out there for probably 3 hours. Then Morgan and I got down to 2 beers. I had just cracked one open when the cop car pulled up. I slung it as far as I could and stuck my jacket over the empty box. My brother and Joe jumped on Jay's atv and ran off. So the cop comes straight to me and asks if I've been drinking and of course I was like "Nope." So he asks me to swear to that and I was like o.k. The whole time there was an open bottle sitting right at my feet. He looked at me and then he goes "Ohh you're Jim's daughter ain't you?" I was like "Yeah thats my dad." Then he goes "I know you've been drinking sweetie but I'm going to let you go because of your dad, but you keep in mind I don't do this for everyone and as long as you don't drive home you can go." That was too awesome, maybe having to appear in campaign commercials doesn't suck as bad as I thought. That has to be the only way he recognized me. I see myself on t.v. at least 3 times a day and if you live in Kentucky then you see me too.
So after that I came home and passed out. But we've all got plans to go get fuckedered up again tonight. This time Charles is supposed to come, so I'll probably get drunk and be all lovey. I tend to do that when hott guys are around, I'm a flirt anyway but given an alcohol factor I tend to be extremely flirty.
It's rainy here so we're going to have to find somewhere cool to party. Perhaps we will go to the barn, but if we go out there we all have to take atv's. Joe and Vanessa don't have one. I have one but I'll let Charles drive me on it and then my brother can take Vanessa and Morgan can take Joe or something. Damnit we'll figure it out. We just have to hide them in the barn or the cops will know we're there. Otherwise, we'd take my Trailblazer.
I need to shower and go make a withdrawal from my bank account before the bank closes. I need beer money damnit!
I dreamt about Brant again last night. Probably because I talked to him yesterday but still. He's good looking in his own way but he's not my type so to speak. So why do I keep dreaming that we're together? We're all going on a trail ride Saturday and seeing as how my brother scares the fuck out of me popping wheelies and shit on atv's, and I won't drive mine up the side of these mountains, I'll probably ride with Brant or Dustin. I just wish I knew what was up with the dreams. I need a dream interpreter thingy-ma-bob.