Unrealised sexual tension

yeah, something or rather

The night before last, I apparently sang Tim McGraw on karaoke at a bar, refusing as I went on stage. Came home, walked in on my roommate and a girl, introduced myself, and left.

This is what I heard later.

I went from drinking once every month or so to drinking four nights in the past week. Not used to that. Got drunk three of those time, and didn't have a hangover once. Kind o fodd but I don't get hangovers when I drink liquor. I'm not complaining.

I don't get hangovers when I start drinking often, but if I just get drunk once after a couple weeks of sobriety (which is usually the case when school is in), it's like waking up in a lasagna press.

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You're not posting on Kittyradio.

fuck gtjhat shit, is not corunty lov e you honky ho

^^ wolffz aiz?

I'd love to get horribly drunk tonight.

atsonicpark's story made me want to do nutmeg for the lulz.

thank fuck

I found that story atsonicpark posted depressing, to be honest.

It just reminds me of the time I did shrooms and the other time I smoked salvia.

Fucking right about salvia.

Yeah that's when I realised. Haha.

I've done lots of stupid things when drunk. I'm not going to write them all down but most of them include agressive talk, fighting, breaking shit. You know the usual stuff.

the last time i got obliterated i passed out at a frat party with a few friends so we wouldnt get date raped (that was so fucking stupid. they could've easily date raped us all.) and when i woke up my friends left to go get burger king. and i was left in this nasty ass apartment by myself. not only that but i was locked in. so i crawled out of the window and chased after my friends car as they left the parking lot. but they didnt see me. so i crawled back in. only to find that it was the wrong apartment window that i crawled into. i was still pretty drunk. so this fat fuck was absolutely speechless and staring at me from his kitchen as i tried to explain to him, 'hey, you had a party here last night and now i can't find my purse.' 'uh... i dont think you have the right place.' and then i started digging around his apartment and telling him, 'no. this is the right place. where is it.' and then i started crying because i couldnt find it and i thought someone stole it. so he was even more stunned and bewildered. poor guy. he was nice though and let me leave out the front door so i didn't have to crawl back through his window.

theres not really a happy ending to this. it just gets worse.

haha, wow

and i'm sorry if you're not laughing about it yet

How did it get worse? Did the fat guy date rape you?

oh and btw, I got horribly drunk last night. 4 shots of tequila and four beers before the party even starts+ a beer in the car on the way = way too drunk AFTER the party....

still kickin my hangover