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So I was up before 10:30 in the morning, less than 5 hours after I went to bed, and my stomac was KILLING me. Then it was toast time. There was sugar vodca and something called a tom collins and water and lots of pizza and love in my belly when I went to bed. I went to a dance with my friend/date and some friends for rez bash, which was... kind of lame, only because it kind of reminded me of jr. high dances... at first before many people showed up. So being already drunk when we got there, the DJ was playing this really awful song about chicks on the dance floor like fucknig the DJ or some shit. So I go up and tell him that this song sucks and to play something good, and non-sexist. Haha. Man I am brave when I'm drunk. Also, someone said that drunk Martine is much more crazy and open than regular Martine, which kind of makes me maybe a bit sad.
It was a good night/morning.
Drinking, Dancing, Pizza, Love.
Also, I want to go sledding before all the freaking snow melts.
Oh, and my Dad wants to drive up and get me to bring me back to Halifax, which will just be fucked. I should call him now....
Oh, and I love it when I get home and Gerald takes care of me.
Life is Beautiful.
It was a good night/morning.
Drinking, Dancing, Pizza, Love.
Also, I want to go sledding before all the freaking snow melts.
Oh, and my Dad wants to drive up and get me to bring me back to Halifax, which will just be fucked. I should call him now....
Oh, and I love it when I get home and Gerald takes care of me.
Life is Beautiful.