...i can't believe i got so fucking drunk that i started calling people. I NEVER do that. Damn that bacardi razz and damn those fuckers who were sober and just watched me douse myself in liquor. k~dizzle kept tryna take the phone from me, and repeatedly told me to hang up. Not only did i profess my undying love to someone, i cursed out my soon to be ex bf. I vaguely remember the events, but my lovely family has been filling in the blanks for me. Apparently, my mother was a part of the festivities. She told me she came down the stairs and heard everything that was said in our dungeon chill spot. I figured we were mad loud anyway so it was bound to happen.
...the only thing i regret is cursing out my bf. Fuck it, he's an official ex again. This time i'ma keep it that way. I don't know what i said...or if he even heard it. I prolly was talking to his voicemail the whole time and felt an undeserved victory when i hung up on him. The point is, i wanted to talk to him face to face, but my emotions spilled from the bubbling couldron of love and hate.
...ugh, the upside of it all is that i slept beautifully until i woke up, still drunk, and stumbled down the stairs into the bathroom to tinkle. Let's just say New Years is the next and last time i'm doing that...I let my feelings get the best of me all day yesterday, and ended on an embarrassing note. Yea, it was fun...but still. I'm supposed to be the mature one in my soon to be ex relationship. He's got one on me now.
...as far as the guy i love...well. I don't wanna jinx it, or even talk about it. Because i fucked up before, so he probably didn't even take me seriously. LOL , i can't believe this. never again ya'll. I wonder if he did take me seriously...i hope he did...i miss him...like alot...
...the lesson learned here: if you're gonna drink, make sure you're happy first, and second keep all phones away from you. oo and third, if you do call anyone, make sure you have a designated hanger upper available. I think mine took joy in my dumbness last nite. I'm not mad though.
...the only thing i regret is cursing out my bf. Fuck it, he's an official ex again. This time i'ma keep it that way. I don't know what i said...or if he even heard it. I prolly was talking to his voicemail the whole time and felt an undeserved victory when i hung up on him. The point is, i wanted to talk to him face to face, but my emotions spilled from the bubbling couldron of love and hate.
...ugh, the upside of it all is that i slept beautifully until i woke up, still drunk, and stumbled down the stairs into the bathroom to tinkle. Let's just say New Years is the next and last time i'm doing that...I let my feelings get the best of me all day yesterday, and ended on an embarrassing note. Yea, it was fun...but still. I'm supposed to be the mature one in my soon to be ex relationship. He's got one on me now.
...as far as the guy i love...well. I don't wanna jinx it, or even talk about it. Because i fucked up before, so he probably didn't even take me seriously. LOL , i can't believe this. never again ya'll. I wonder if he did take me seriously...i hope he did...i miss him...like alot...
...the lesson learned here: if you're gonna drink, make sure you're happy first, and second keep all phones away from you. oo and third, if you do call anyone, make sure you have a designated hanger upper available. I think mine took joy in my dumbness last nite. I'm not mad though.
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