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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.