There Are Snirfnebli In My Brain (Nov 9, 2006)

Current mood:cranky

Right, so I did what I said I was going to do.       And it hurts.

Last night, I went out to the bar (Ric's) And because I no longer even have the option of drinking and driving, I drinked. ALOT. I was kinda going through the rum like it was water. Cowboy bought me a "Irish Car Bomb," and THAT was disgusting. Guiness and Baileys. EW EW EW!!!! I don't like Guiness, and it makes the Baileys curdle if you don't slam it fast enough, which I neither DID or CAN do. So, ew. Then there was more rum.  Bradford drove me home, and I had to (much in the style of miss Jarboe) have my head out the window the whole way home, drooling down the side of the car. Fun stuff, that. Well, we got to my house, and Bradford insists on walking me in. He walked, I shuffled, fell, stumbled. I went DIRECTLY to the bathroom. I wasn't quite sure if I was going to barf or crap myself. We'll skip that bit, but I got out of the bathroom and curled up on the bed and tried to convince the room that spinning like that was retarded. Anyway, I got back up shortly thereafter and {almost} dashed to the sink to hurl. And that didn't so much happen. I stood there and drooled some more. I think this is when I told Bradford he was leaving. Hehehe. So, back to the sink I go. This time I was not in for dissappointment. I didn't hack up much, but apparently it was enough to appease the tummy, because after that, I was fine-ish. -For those of you out there who are disguating FREAKS, it was neon yellow and burned like the fire.- Anyhow, After all that, I curled up and went DIRECTLY to sleep. And..... woke up round 10 with Rob knocking on my door. We had previously arranged to go to Matt's house in the morning and "chat." So, I have to drag my VERY hung over ass out of bed. Getting me to BAker's house took the better part of an hour. I still feel like shit. Anyway, the talk wasn't very productive, mostly because we have been over the same shit so many damn times. But things are getting much better twixt us and we are going to go see a movie on..... some day this weekend. AS FRIENDS. Wanted to make that clear. There will be no more "Brandy and Rob." Just brandy. And. Rob. So you know. :)

Ok, well, I think that about sums today up so far. I'm NOT looking foreward to going upstairs. At all. And I won't be putting up with Kim's bullshit today, either. So, ha!

Love, peace, chicken grease!