Sober sally

Sorry I have kept you all waiting and anticipating to hear about my latest drunken rampages but the truth is I have not drank in going on 9 days. I know I am disappointing some people and not living up to their expectations of me but I warned you in the last entry. I honestly needed a break before my liver came up with all my alcohol/mc chickens/big macs from the previous night. It's weird because I didn't drink in high school. I did drugs. I never got drunk drunk until about September of 2006. First blackout was October 26th 2006. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was with my roommate Nicole going to ladies drink free at club NV in West Palm Beach. I have no idea how many drinks I consumed but I do remember having the whole baseball team in my room and I was playing in my shower in my bathing suit. Don't even ask because I don't even know. There was photographic evidence of me sitting in my courtyard in nothing but my bright pink towel gazing off into space. I was in and out of consciousness around 4-5am where I let myself into this girls room and tried to steal her refrigerator to sell to make money for my other roommate Chelsea to buy a plane ticket to fly home for a weekend. What a nice friend I was. I didn't make it out with the refrigerator but I did score plenty of paper goods to keep us stocked up for a while. What an interesting time my freshman year of college was....

Sunday I am going to a Mets game. I am not a Mets fan, I am a die hard Yankee fan, but it is fun, cheaper than going to Yankee Stadium, and they have a McFaddens there, what not to love? Last time I was there was May 2010, I dropped a bag of cocaine in the rotunda and went back for it like an hour later (AND IT WAS THERE) after realizing that is where I dumped out my louis v bag onto the cement like an asshole looking for my chapstick, my yankees chapstick haha. I consumed roughly 10 beers in the 95+ degree weather and passed out I think? Ended up somewhere in Queens at a bar. Not only did I not know where I was or how to get back to Manhattan, I decided it would be okay to pick a fight with the driver. I do this a lot actually. But it didn't do me any good. He dropped my ass off near the LIRR, which if you didn't know is the Long Island Rail Road. CLEARLY I was in LONG ISLAND AND NOT MANHATTAN. I ended up taking the wrong train all the way to the Hamptons almost, which is about 2 hours away. Black out the whole way there and back. Ended up at Penn Station around 5:30am where I proceeded to buy McDonalds breakfast, which is my favorite, for me and a bum from Tennessee. I met him underground in the subway line of the NRQW. Not a place where you should be meeting people. But he was a southern gentlemen. Got home around 7? My roommate already hated me by this point because I was going out every night since I turned 21 until 5am when she had a full time job (haha sucked for her).  I had work at 4pm. I couldn't even get up enough strength to roll out of my bed so I put my phone on speakerphone and told my boss I quit and that her hours she gave me interfered with my drinking ( I was still drunk talking to her).  She really thought 4pm was a decent work time for me. This was after I almost quit, and slept through my shift 5 or 6 times previously. She loved me though so she always tried to accommodate me but I think this time she was fed up. It didn't bother me because I didn't even make enough in 2 weeks what I drink in like a weekend.

Anyways, I think I need to go do something about the grilled chicken caesar salad I ate and the fact that I chugged a liter of water immediately after it. I am not doing to well. I think my chicken might not digest and is just going to swim around in the ocean I got in there. So this is my goodbye to you. CIAO.

Connecticut=worst place to live.

Well, the last time I posted was Wednesday I believe. Wednesday through Saturday all I did was homework, lame I know but I didn't do it for 3 weeks so something had to be done. On Saturday though things got intense. I ended up at Mohegan Sun Casino in Connecticut with 3 of my girlfriends and this huge tool named Colin. We got a hotel room that Colin paid for. It was $550 dollars a night I think? Oh well he is a drug dealer so it only made sense that he would pay for that like it was nothing. Better him then me paying for it though. Because I have a tendency of getting hotel rooms all the time. It is my favorite past time. Anyways, on the way up I popped a xanax because my friends driving was giving me anxiety. Good thing because I shut up most of the way, which is an hour and a half btw. Got about 10 exits away and I started pounding cups of sangria, boxed sangria hahah..So we get to the hotel and we look like 3 prostitutes being with this thug while we were checking in. Whatever you got to do what you got to do. Get up to the room and its super nice. The room had a great view to and was a great size. I'm not even sure how I blacked out so fast but I did. Usually when I do drugs and drink I don't blackout as bad or if at all. I was completely belligerent. I don't even remember going around the casino. Apparently I had to though because I didn't go up to the room until about 1am. Passed out alone and woke up around 8am. First one to pass out as well. I don't know what was wrong with me. Probably the xanax..well yeah that explains it. So at 8am we all woke up. I did what I normally do, start drinking. And yes, drinking at 8am is rather normal to me. I drank about 2 cups of sangria and had 2 shots of grey goose. I started flipping out though because room service wouldn't allow us to order drinks until 11am! REALLY? I am at a casino, I thought the rules were less strict there. I cannot deal with Connecticut. Like you can't buy alcohol on a Sunday or holiday because of the blue laws. FUCK THE BLUE LAWS. Maybe if we were allowed to sell alcohol on Sundays and drink before 11am our state would be on its way out of debt and start recovering some of the money the dumb governor lost. I don't understand how we are the 3rd richest state but the brokest one? ANYWAYS. So I went downstairs and started a commotion because I wanted a drink. Went back upstairs to realize that WE HAD A MINI BAR! Ready, aim, attack. I went at it at full force. It was a good time..on Colin of course. So we go to the bar, I get a vodka tonic and then we all go to breakfast. I ordered a mimosa. And got denied. THERES ANOTHER LAW STATING THAT YOU CANNOT HAVE MORE THEN 1 DRINK IN FRONT OF YOU AT A TIME!!!!! Where have I been and why haven't I been aware of any of these BULLSHIT laws. Seriously fuck that. So I downed my drink in 1 second in front of the waitress and asked for my mimosa. Bitch brought it to. Then another, and another. Finally, the manager comes over and gives us a drunk in public speech. I opened my damn mouth and started going off on him because an older couple in the corner was giving us dirty looks. He assured me they weren't but they were. So I left. Went back to the bar. Tried to order a mimosa and got DECLINED. The same manager told the bartender to not serve me. Come to find out there is ANOTHER LAW THAT STATES THAT YOU CAN ONLY HAVE 2 DRINKS AN HOUR! SERIOUSLY LIKE COME THE FUCK ON. All more reason I do not EVER want to live in Connecticut again. Thank god I am out of there. In NYC I can drink all day, everyday, and have 10+ drinks in front of me at a time. NO ONE judges. I couldn't believe all this crap that I am just being made aware of after 22 years of existence. So around 1ish we left. I was so drunk I don't even really remember the ride home but I was the one giving directions so I guess we made it. Got in my car and realized I cannot be driving but I had to. Made it home in 10 minutes. My mom knew I was completely hammered. I asked her if I could take a nap before the train and she said absolutely not because you will not wake up until tomorrow. So what do I do, text my guy friend saying, "5:16 train to NYC, I will pay, lets get drunk." He ended up coming. We got beer at the train station and drank the whole way. I was having panic attacks like it was my job because my head was POUNDING. Get to the city at 6:30 and go immediately Blockheads and get red nose bull dogs. If you haven't had one before it is a margarita with a shot of sangria with a corona upside down. Not a cure for a headache though. I was in rough shape. Went to check out my other friends apartment, still drinking, and went home around 10. Woke up this morning alive but very sore. I was made aware that I had a serious dance session yesterday morning which is why I feel like my body is 96 years old today. Again, normal because I always do crazy dances or back flips and bends when I am drunk, actually when I am sober to. There is a video coming to facebook as well, I can't wait to see what state of the mind I was in at approx. 10am yesterday haha.

This week I am having a slow week. Trying to get my finances and life back together so I can move to another state that won't judge me on my alcoholism. I hope it works out for me this week because I need to take a few breathers before I put myself into the hospital. The past month has been a serious blur and break in my bank account. I also gained back all the weight I lost from food poisoning and working out so a big FUCK YOU TO ME for that. I see myself tonight drowning in my jacuzzi downstairs trying to mend my bones back together while watching all the hotties workout as I hide my fat in bubbling water.

Hasta la vista baby.

When in doubt jump and shout

Last night was different? Classiest night I've had in a long time. I went to Beauty and Essex on the lower east side with 2 girlfriends and their 2 guy friends. Lovely. I was the 5th wheel. Whatever they were paying. As the girls would say, "it's on the house" or "it's a recession why not." So I went there. I was wearing a ridiculous lacey dress and had lace stockings on so I practically looked like a hooker but it was fun and fine haha! After that we went to LeSouk. It is a harem hookah bar type place. I was there last Monday. Didn't think I would be allowed back...the story gets better just let me tell it. So whatever we get a table, a hookah, drinks, and 2 bottles of champagne. I started chugging everything I saw and people were challenging me to drink. Don't challenge me. Because you will loose and I will make you feel like an ass or break your bank account. Anyways, so I get up to go to the bathroom. Let me mind you, I did NOTHING wrong, I was gone for like literally 1 minute. I sit back down and someone that works there goes up to my friend and is like, "we are getting a lot of complaints about this girl and we may have to ask her to leave." I was like WTF I did NOTHING. I mean usually I do something ridiculous, beat someone up, curse someone out but this time I was innocent..I was thinking though that maybe, just maybe it was because last week I was basically doing drugs in the wide open and acting like a fool in the bathroom. I am sure they didn't forget about me. I knew I would get punished for all of that stuff eventually haha. If I am their biggest concern then I don't even need to go back to that place. That just goes to show you that NO ONE FUN GOES THERE. So I picked up my stuff and left alone. Ended my night off at McDonalds with a shamrock shake. Never had one. Don't know why I had one but it was hilarious. When I got home I started watching yesterdays soap opra which was not a good idea to do. Not only was I wasted and emotional already, my soap opra was just heart breaking yet again. I was sobbing and practically screaming at the top of my lungs. Woke up this morning and didn't even remember the show so I had to re-watch it and then I cried all over again. I can't help it.

I was going to go out tonight but I am not. The world is ending outside. The hail probably gave me a concussion because it was coming down like buckets. I didn't want to hold my umbrella because it was thundering and lightning like a bitch so I just had to deal with the pain. Then I slipped and fell onto the street. Scrapped my arm up and busted open my knee. I feel a bruise growing on my left ass cheek to. After that scenario I couldn't handle myself so I waltzed into the closets bar I saw. Took 2 whiskey shots. Left and went to get chicken parm. Now I am laying in bed watching old Jersey Shore re-runs from season 1. Man I wish I could get paid to act like a trash bag whore. It would all be worth it. I guess that is why I am starting this blog so I can become famous and party with Snookz on a daily basis.

Tomorrow I am indeed drinking. Drinking with some friends I haven't seen in a while. I am glad I just started this staying out until 4am thing. Before I always was like I have to be home before midnight. And that actually lasted about 9 months (except on the weekends). Who knows what I would have been like if I always did this. But I really NEED to do homework. I haven't looked at my work in over a week. It really interferes with my drinking schedule. There isn't enough time in the day for both. I Guess that is why I have not graduated yet. And honestly who really cares? I don't want to work a day in my life anyways. Plus the world is going to end in 2012 so why not live it up.

Until next time I will leave you with Britney Bitch. I haven't quite gone this crazy yet. I don't know if I would because I have curly hair and I couldn't think about it growing in even curlier. But some say that it would grow back straight. Don't know who I believe. I am surprised though that more people don't shave their heads. There are awesome wigs and extensions now on the market. She looks so happy when she was doing it though it makes my heart melt. I love her.

The only reason people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.

Well, my detoxing lasted not even 24 hours. I knew it wouldn't last. A friend of a friend came down from Boston and she is basically my twin. Couldn't get any more perfect. So we immediately went to the liquor store and got a bottle of Svedka and a bottle of Moscato. Went to get mexican food and of course got a pitcher of Sangria. How could I not? It was so good I was even chewing on the ice and fruit that were in the bottom. After that I proceeded to down the bottle of Moscato and ask my friend if she wanted me to blow out her hair? What am I a hair dresser? ABSO NOT. My best friend is and I guess I've just watched her so many times and I do it to myself on the reg, but I actually enjoyed it. Would of enjoyed it a little more if it was me getting blowed haha. I just love to blow. I mean I love blow. Whatever, interpret that as you want. So yeah after all that mumbo jumbo I proceed to take straight vodka shots. Thats a normal occurrence in my life. Once we were all finished we went to Johnny Utah's..which is supposed to be fun but it was a Monday night so it was dead. But that was fine because they have a MECHANICAL BULL. I've never rode a bull before. And quite frankly I thought I could handle it because I consider myself to be very strong and I never let go of things, especially if it is in tug o' war haha, but I wasn't as good as I thought. Oh well there wasn't that many people to make an ass out of myself around so it was fine. My little princess friend though may have got a concussion. The bull was mawling her to death when she fell down. I ended my night rather early as I fell face first out of a cab and had blood coming out of my mouth. At least it wasn't my nose this time..

Today is a day of rest and tears, well until later at least. My soap opra, General Hospital is so sad this week. They killed of Jacob Morgan. Whos real father is Jason Morgan the mobster. But he didn't claim parental rights so he could be safe from the M.O.B. People think his "father" is Lucky Spencer. Basically the mom of the child, Elizabeth Weber is just a slut. She has 3 kids by 3 different dads. Everyone is devastated. Especially the ones who know Jason is the real father because it already killed him enough to not be apart of the childs life. But the worst is, Jasons best friend Carly Jax, her daughter Jossyln has kidney cancer and they want to take Jacobs kidneys and give them to her. But how can you ask your best friend if they can have your dead kids kidneys? I don't know but I am so emotional over all of it. I usually never cry and this soap opra just tear me apart. I've been watching it since I was born and my moms been watching it since she was born. Shits been around for ages. You should watch it sometime. It is on ABC at 3:00pm eastern time and 10:00pm on Soap Net. Soap net is the best invention known to man. I know known of this soap opra junk entertains anyone but myself so don't mind me rambling.

I am going to go now and get a 6 pack of gatorade and McDonalds breakfast. Their bagel egg and cheeses, hash browns, and sausage patties save lives. Usually I would just get chicken noodle soup from the deli but I need a full on meal right now. And once I eat that food I am guaranteed to go into a food coma which is fine by me for the moment.

TaTa for now ; )

: x

Sorry I have kept you all waiting and anticipating about my drunken journeys I have been on since Thursday morning. Truth is I don't recall much. Normal side effect I have from excessive drinking. St. Patty's day was a joke. I didn't drink all day until around 5pm where I pounded half a bottle of Bacardi to my face. By 7pm I was somehow sober? Which wasn't that bad because I had to go pick up my friend at Port Authority. By 8pm I was basically black out drunk. Somehow my friend and I caught up to everyone who started drinking at 11am real fast. I don't know if it was the soco shots or the 3 beers I had in my hands at all times. There came a point of the night where I was taking drinks from peoples hands and dumping them over my head and body. I would have to say around 3am is when I got home. All my friends left me at the bar but it was okay because I was with one of my bartender boyfriends going shot for shot with Jameson. When I woke up the next morning there was a big mac in my bed. Not one of my finest moments. My room smelled like a booze bag and McDonalds. I mean 2 of my favorite things but still.

Friday night I caught a bus to dirty Jersey. I was so mellow all night until about 1:15am. I was drinking vodka tonics in one sip and ripping shots of Jack Daniels. I was told that I stole Wawa soup. I don't even remember going to Wawa. Later on that evening I fell down a flight of stairs. Didn't know that happened either. Apparently I woke up the whole house including Grandpa. At my friends house she has a spare bedroom off her living room downstairs and it is always where all the ridiculously drunk people sleep when they are over. Well I woke up in that room. I was so confused because I never slept in there before. I thought I was in NYC until my friend came in and asked if I was alive. Which I barely was. Later on that day Hazlet, NJ (Where that dumb bitch Sammi sweetheart is from) was still celebrating st. Patty's day. So we were at the bar where I proceeded to get drunk around 1pm. Finally started feeling some serious pain from falling down the stairs and noticed I had gashes on my back. Went back to my friends where I found a dog in her yard? I returned it because it was ugly. I needed good karma. The night got even more interesting though. I arrived back in NYC at 10pm where I met up with one of my girlfriends. Went to Mcfaddens and I plopped down on a barstool and didn't move there for about 2 hours. My guy friend from home met up with us and we were all having a great time doing the macarena. Later on that evening I ended up being a complete slut. And I never am a slut. It is very rare that I am throwing myself at guys but I already had sex with this one so it was kind of casual even though it was 5 years ago. Actually it was casual. Because I basically kicked him out afterwards haha. But unfortunately this fellow decided to literally PLANT HIS SEED INSIDE OF ME WITHOUT WARNING. And no I am not on birth control anymore. But regardless this would happen to me. And he would do it. I actually think he did it on purpose. Make me more crazier then I already am right? After returning that damn dog you would think that good things would happen to me right? Absolutely not.

Woke up around 10 and got ready, looked in the mirror and noticed a huge hickey. Lovely. I thought that only happens in like middle school. Not only am I bruised from head to toe and have gashes on my body now I have a hickey that is not able to be covered. So that put me over the edge so I immediately went to brunch at my friends work where I sat from 12-6 drinking mimosa after mimosa. Then proceeded to go buy the morning after pill. What a waste of money. I rather have spent that on drinking but the thought of getting vaccumed out during an abortion doesn't sound like my cup of tea. A kid wouldn't survive anyways with the amount I drink anyways. And I can't not drink for 9+ months so that is just OUT OF THE QUESTION LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. I ended up passing out last night and not coming back to life until this morning when I had to drink 6 gatorades and eat a bagel to renourish myself.

Well guys, that was the past 4 days of my life. Nothing really to exciting happened. Others may be like WTF are you crazy that is insane how did you drink that much all weekend but honestly these past few days have been relatively normal despite me being a whorebag. I am thinking of staying sober all week to gain back my strength and de-bruise myself but who really knows what I will do. I don't really make plans I just do what I want.

I will probably update later when my head is a little more clear and I have more funny things to talk about. Right now I am kind of drawing a blank. Blank as my face when I looked in the mirror this morning and was like why did I do this to myself all weekend. Or why do I always do this to myself is more like the real question. I just have no emotion anymore. Life goes on.

I better find that pot of gold or get lucky today

In my last post I mentioned how I didn't want to drink today, well I lied I want to drink more than ever RIGHT NOW. I had such a shitty sleep last night and it was due to the fact that I went to sleep sober. It took forever to fall asleep and was just a complete waste of time. I could have spent that time actually doing something fun. Sleep is seriously overrated. I live in the city that never sleeps so I don't know why I even bother. If you tell someone you are tired and don't want to go out that is a poor excuse. There are things that keep you awake so get the f up and get some of that.

I am very excited for later because my friend from Providence is coming to stay in the city. As well as my friends from New Jersey. They all went to school together with a piece of shit friend of mine in Providence so I met them through him. Thank god for them. Not him. Every time we all get together I end up passed out on a balcony somewhere, lost, damaged, and everything else you can think of in between. It should be a good time though considering the weather is in favor of us and I don't have anything to do all weekend. I'll most likely spend my time drinking mimosas and shopping with one of my 3 credit cards even though they are practically maxed.

The kids I am babysitting right now are being so worthless. Like I'm not even doing anything for them so why am I here? Why am I wasting precious time that should be spent dancing on bar tops and funneling beers on the street with the NYPD? One thing I am not missing out on though is the drunk girls on the street. Don't come to NYC if you cannot handle yourself on the street. There are still professionals around and they don't need to be stepping into your puke in their last season Ferragamo shoes. THERE ARE ALSO HUGE CITY BUSES THAT WILL RUN YOU OVER. So basically if you have a death wish you might as well come here and those drivers will take care of that for you because they don't care if you have a triple stroller full of kids, if your in their way they will take you out and that is that. Last St. Patricks day I got in multiple fights. It was a piece of cake though because the girls were falling down drunk and had their face paint dripping down their faces so it was a sure win. It is always a good thing though because the bars serve canned beers today more than bottles so there will be less smashing of bottles over bitches heads. Ya..that actually happened to me once. It was the day before I went to Florida in August. Actually it was 2 hours before I boarded the plane. Apparently I got jealous because this broad was hitting on my bartender boyfriend (bartender boyfriends are just the bartenders I love at McFaddens, Calico Jacks, Turtle Bay & Irish Exit who I give every extra dollar I have to because they know what I want and serve me at a timely manner) I've also actually made out with everyone of them but that can be discussed another time. Anyways I guess I just randomly went up to this girl and punched her right in the mouth. There was blood everywhere but I didn't even care. I went on with my night. As I was leaving walking up the stairs to the door she came out of no where and  grabbed my hair and hit me over the head with a bottle. My head was seriously gushing blood and my hair was covered. I didn't cry a tear. I was literally hysterically cracking up outside because the girl had balls to do that. Whatever, it kind of taught me a lesson. I've behaved a little more since then because I was forced to after I was banned from all 4 of those bars for 5 MONTHS! 5 MONTHS OF PURE TORTURE! I went to those bars EVERYDAY for 8 months and then I am banned. I was heart broken. Then after News Years the huge black bouncer Lester texted me and goes, "when you are ready to come back to 2nd avenue and act like an adult you can come back." I cried. Top 10 happiest moments haha. 

Well anyways I got to go drag these kids 6 blocks by their hair to school because they are so lazy and want to take a bus or a cab. What do I look like? Someone who CLEARLY needs the exercise and maybe this 60 degree day will give me somewhat of a tan. Even though I spent a small fortune on a tanning package. Which by the way in Manhattan are RIDICULOUSLY OVERPRICED. But its NYC and you can get away with anything....

first is the worst

Everyone has been telling me for years now to start my own blog or get my own reality show on MTV because of the things I do and encounter on a daily basis. I don't really understand because I feel like a lot of people have these crazy chaotic lives to but in reality I don't think anyone really lives like me. I guess that makes me special? Or just absolutely insane haha. Either way it is fine with me because I love what I do and wouldn't take back anything I've done. And trust me, I've done A LOT. More of anything then the average person.  I do not live an ordinary life. I live life the way I want. Not how anyone tells me to live it. I do things when I want and how I want them done. I rely on no one because you cannot trust anyone.  Some people compare me to Chelsea Handler.  I read all 3 of her books and seriously we have done many of the same things. I just am not a slut like her. But if being a slut gets you as far as she is in life right now then sign me up.

Let me introduce myself a little more and give you a little more insight to my madness. I am going to keep this blog anonymous for now because some of the things I may write about may be a little ridiculous and incriminating but we will just see where this takes me. If you know me already and are just reading this for pure entertainment then that is even better. It shows me that you have real interest in the things I do and support my insane antics.

I am 22 years old. I go to a private college in Midtown Manhattan (I should of graduated by now but my drinking schedule interfered with my school schedule). Before I moved to NYC in 2009, I lived in West Palm Beach, Florida. My average night in SoFla consisted of going to club LIV and Mansion on South Beach until 5am then going over to club Space for after hours if you know what I mean haha. I am originally from Connecticut though. It sucked so I am making up for it now by living in every fabulous city around the world.

Currently I live on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. It really is as glamourous as everyone says. I wouldn't live in any other part of the city. I have lived here since January of 2009.  These past 2 years I have done nothing but party like a fucking rockstar.  Everyday in Manhattan is a party. Happy hours start between 9-10am usually and last all day. There is never an excuse not to drink in this city. Cocaine is served with your cocktail in a club or you are getting offered some other drug which is simply done in public off of your apartment key.  Other prefer blowing lines in a bathroom. No one is judging which technique you do. It is all going to the same place but you got to be careful with lines because usually you go for the first card you see in your wallet, which in my case would be my license, you can't be having white powder all over your license when you are getting ID'ed at a bar.  My dumbass self actually did it off of my debit card last weekend and it got stuck in the numbers on the back and I wasn't even paying attention and went to give my card to pay for breakfast and it was just so obvious when the guy ringing me up checked the back for my signature. Whatever there has been worse times like when I got pulled over and my license was covered. You could barely see my picture. Good thing the cop was to busy looking at my expired registration so I could quickly wipe it onto my black jeans haha..not the best idea!

Anywayssss...tomorrow is St. Patricks Day. A real Irish person living in the city of Dublin, Ireland doesn't even celebrate St. Patricks Day. It is just an American fabricated holiday and an excuse for everyone to get completely hammered. The last thing I want to do tomorrow is drink guiness or do an irish car bomb but duty calls. I do have to babysit all day tomorrow but that doesn't mean I won't chug multiple beers right before the parents come home so I have a head start since people start drinking around 8am on this day haha. Last St. Patricks Day I was at the bar (McFaddens is my bar of choice btw) for 19 hours, 11am until 5am to be exact. I was in and out of consciousness all day long but it was one hell of a time. I woke up the next day covered in beer. My bed was soaken wet and my hair was drenched. I was wearing a ridiculous Miller Lite shirt I supposedly won. How I won that is beyond me and quite frankly I don't ever want to know!!

Well I think this is a long enough first entry. Catch me on a time that I am drunk or high on something and this will be way more entertaining. Today has just been a rough day for me because I actually let myself crash. I should have just kept drinking because it sometimes is the only thing that helps but I am trying to loose weight here so I can't afford to do both, eat and drink, today was my eating day unlike the past 3 days where food wasn't needed to be consumed to keep me energized.