oh, i wish i weren't drunk
Oh, guys, I am feeling so very awful right now. Just completely knackered. That's a totally British word and I don't even care. It's taken me like 2 minutes to type this so far. Awesome. I am really plastered. I keep hiccuping! I have no idea how that's actually spelled. I feel like I'm gonna puke. So gross. I really didn't even drink that much; like 2 drinks (both lime vodka & sours) & then like fucking 6 shots (2 "Brett Favre's" which are Hypnotiq & Red Bull, a Gummi Bear, a 5 point star, and something else Micky bought that I don't even know what the fuck it was). Okay, that really IS a lot. Shit. I didn't want to drink anymore after I was taking off my jacket & spilled like half my drink all over the bar, but then I ended up with those last two shots & fuck. And Paula & Steph never showed up, those bitches. WTF. I'm pissed about that. I need to go to bed, but I feel like I'm going to barf. Shit. Okay. Going away.
ETA: I can't fucking stop hiccuping! I'm so fucking mad! I just want to sleep or some shit and I can't even do that! I'm not hungry and I don't want to puke, so just let me go to fucking sleep!
ETA 2: Okay, I can now say I've officially been drunk enough to puke from it, because I totally just did. Fuck Micky and his "Welcome to puking" drink. And fuck Steve and his Tangerey, however the fuck it's spelled. That shit is nasty. I felt like my throat was burning, and it kinda feels like that now, actually. Shit. At least I'm not hiccuping now. Shit. I feel so crappy. And I said I didn't want to drink anymore after that second lime vodka & sour, but then Micky bought those two fucking shots & I was basically forced to drink them and shit. Roar. I so did not want to puke. Gross. I need to drink some water or something. I'll let you guys know tomorrow how I feel, if I'm feeling like posting.
ETA: I can't fucking stop hiccuping! I'm so fucking mad! I just want to sleep or some shit and I can't even do that! I'm not hungry and I don't want to puke, so just let me go to fucking sleep!
ETA 2: Okay, I can now say I've officially been drunk enough to puke from it, because I totally just did. Fuck Micky and his "Welcome to puking" drink. And fuck Steve and his Tangerey, however the fuck it's spelled. That shit is nasty. I felt like my throat was burning, and it kinda feels like that now, actually. Shit. At least I'm not hiccuping now. Shit. I feel so crappy. And I said I didn't want to drink anymore after that second lime vodka & sour, but then Micky bought those two fucking shots & I was basically forced to drink them and shit. Roar. I so did not want to puke. Gross. I need to drink some water or something. I'll let you guys know tomorrow how I feel, if I'm feeling like posting.