You want the truth?

I'm so fucking drunk, I can't type. For those who care I am home alive. I don’t' know if I'm more tired or drunk. Oh, and I got another sliver from my Featherstone stick. Oh, did I mention I'm drunk? I herd drinking and driving is bad. I'm glad the cops I passed didn't pull me over. I'd be sitting in county right now. Yeah I'm going to bed now. Why? I'm fucking tired, I'm fuckin drunk. And besides I have to save my energy to puke in the morning. BTW White castle can NOT replace Taco Bell as drunk people food.


Misti, did you make it home ok?

On the subject of last night...

So, apparently half of my closed and dearest friends are ticked off at me. I'd love to say they don't have a right. They do. I was drunk I admit it, obviously. It took me way longer then it should to type that last night. But anyway, I was also very tired. I've driven home more tired then I was drunk and tired last night. Still doesn't excuse me doing it. And I was fine on the road, I was not swerving, I was not going overly under or over the speed. I did go by a few cops and they didn't seem to think there was a reason to stop me. It was stupid, people are pissed at me for my bad judge. I should really know better after Snydes. I shouldn't have posted it in my journal and if Scott finds this out he will likely never serve me booze again. He is the, take my keys and make me sleep on the couch til HE feels you can go. Misti drove us from the bar to her car. I WASN'T able to and knew it. By the time we got there, I pondered napping in the car, but the fresh air helped and I headed out. I'll not do that again. Drink that much, or drive that tired/drunk. I'm sure a few of you are still pissed at me and I'll deal with that as it comes. I'm sorry.