great.
I mean, seriously, NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. the thing that sucks is that everyone else remembers what a mess i was. and not a hot mess, but a messy, can't even walk straight, so drunk that strangers are taking pictures of you falling all over the place kind of drunk. i despise it when girls get so fucked up that they have to be taken care of. but alas, there i was.
it's interesting to hear what i did in this inebriated state. what a show it was. and what a big mouth i am. so much for never talking about it for i shouted it across rooftops and now...everyone knows.
shit. and i can't take back anything i said, cause it was all true. so now i wait. wait for this to blow over. wait for fox and me to get over it. wait for us to be good again. and wait for these bruises to heal so i don't have to wear t shirts to hide what a shit-faced fucktard i was saturday night.
and all i have to say is...
i'm sorry fox.
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