my mom gets really mad when i drink before noon. luckily i have found the perfect solution. getting so drunk the night before, that you don't have the option of being sober yet when you wake. the kind of drunk where you literally dream about throwing up, and when you wake up, you don't know if that wet spot on the bed is your own piss, the remnants of some boy you don't remember, or the contents from the empty bottle of vodka that you woke up cuddling. like last night, por ejemplo. i went to school and watched a movie in the computer lab and drank an entire bottle of wine by myslef at 9 pm. i didn't get home until 4 am, and i don't really have many memories in between. neway. still a little kinda drunksies and i think i'm going to top it off with a nice cocktail of energy drink/muscle relaxer.
i'm gunna buy these shoes today. pretend buy. i think they are fierce and spicy. like a Rally's chicken sandwich. i would pair them with some out of date dress that i probably bought in high school that doesn't match at all. like a navy floral sun dress. i can see it now; me strutting across campus like some dragqueen who's never walked in heels b4. so gucci.
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