Yesterday I had the girl's over as I had decided I didn't want to be anywhere near sober. I had a day that kicked my ass all over and needed a release. I talked a big game about how I wasn't going to be able to go into work on Wednesday, etc. Cut to 10PM and I am curled up in a ball, asleep on my couch. The beautiful part of being well, not sober, is that you think fun things like 'they won't notice' or 'It just feels better to have my eyes closed, I'm sure they'll understand that'. They in fact did notice. It's hard not to when the host of the evening is drooling on a pillow two feet away from everyone else.
I rule.
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yyyyyeeaaaa for the drooling passed out girl. Just be glad you weren't hanging with the boys. otherwise you would have to wash off all the marker ink off your face. we boys are just bad.
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