I think I died and came back to life last night. I didn't eat before I started drinking so I set myself up for disaster. I was feeling fine for the whole night, I forgot I was hungry. I smoked a joint before I started drinking, also. I had only two rum and cokes, I think. And two shots of vodka caramel. I was feeling good, ya know, but then I had another rum and coke and I think I drank it a little too fast cause I was fucked up after that. Also, I smoked the rest of my joint in the middle of the night which probably wasn't the best idea. On my way home in the taxi, I was fucked up. I was afraid I would puke in the taxi, luckily I didn't. Once I got home, I died in the bathroom. Thank god my roommate came home and saved me. She got me water and rubbed my back then helped me up to my room. If she hadn't come home when she did, I probably wouldn't have been able to leave the bathroom. I feel 100x better now, I ate some chicken nuggets and drank like a liter of water. Ready to go out again. Just kidding, it's Sunday. I met this really awesome girl, we're super close already. She's so similar to me, I love her. We're a dangerous / deadly combination. I'm excited to have a fun girl friend. :))))) Life is good, but then again, when is it not?
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Maddie Lang
Dreamer. Adventurer. Wallflower. Lover. Fighter. Kentuckian / Californian. Finding my purpose in the world. Archives
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