drugstore cowgirl.

i just swallowed three steroids, one antibiotic, and two nyquil sinus pills with some wawa green tea. see you later, bronchitis. you are not my birthday present. and im not sharing my drinks with you. sorry, pay for your own.

i hope someone slips you a roofie. im so over you.

and you. i really hope someone steals all your expensive shit that mommy and daddy bought you for christmas/birthday and pawn it all on ebay. then sends the check to your mommy and daddy with a little note saying, "the kid doesn't deserve it. keep the money. buy something nice."

im going to be a drunken mess as of 12 midnight tomorrow. then, the madness follows into thursday night at dave and busters with a slew of people, because my short term memory is not allowing me to remember who i even invited. ive kinda just been all, "COME BUY ME DRINKS THURSDAY." we'll see how that turns out.

atlantic city friday and saturday with a boy i like. okay, i more than like. ive ALWAYS more than liked, but at one point in my life, i disliked myself enough to self prescribe massive amounts of drugs, so i walked away from him.

and i was all worried because i didn't get a phone call yesterday and i was feeling ill and really missed him. he called me ten minutes ago to make sure i was okay, he got my texts, and hes just trying to get through this week as quickly as possible. "i cant wait for this weekend, i cant wait to see you, are you excited?" you are the epitome of cute. for serious.

but you really need to stop being two hours away.

actually, i cant say that i mind.

unless i miss you.

then i mind a hell of a lot. but for right now, im okay with it.

alcohol is my truth serum. people are gonna hear alot of truth starting tomorrow night.

oh, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

im such a package. =)