Um, wtf
I have reason to believe that mum snooped through my stuff.
My bottle of vodka is gone.
GONE
Fuck
Really not impressed with her; this isn’t the first time she’s done this sort of thing. And she wonders why I don’t trust her? Argh it makes me so angry.
I had the bottle on one of my drawers, I had it there because I could hardly keep it with the other alcohol because it’s mine and so I’d like to be able to drink it when I wanted and not deal with the shit that would come with coming home from uni one day with a bottle of vodka.
Ok sure there was only about a quarter left, but still. I wanted to drink that tonight goddammit!
RAGE
Ok on a nicer note, saw Avenue Q tonight. That's where I was when mum was looking through my stuff and finding my alcohol and (probably) pouring it down the sink.
Avenue Q was pretty good.
Though it's nothing compared to the epic adventure we had after.
We got soaked while going to find somewhere to get food, so we were dripping wet and then we ordered rock n roll french fries from McDonald's. Let me just say that they are the best tasting french fries in the history of french fries.
Fuck yes.
But yeah the missing vodka bottle has put a downer on the night. :(