Let's see...for starters, I should be fucking drunk from last night still or at least have one bad fucking hang over.
Guy at Taphouse looked at my vertical I.D. for...about 2 minutes and then slapped a wrist band on my arm. What a complete fucking idiot. Well, I was excited and had to celebrate with these drinks of choice all within an hour (yes, I said within an hour of each other, like a fucking idiot):
Vodka and lemonade
Jack and coke
Long Island ice tea
2 Sex on the Beaches
This caused a lot of stopping on the way home...
I puked in the parking lot.
I puked on the freeway.
I puked in a church parking lot.
I puked on fuller.
And, finally, I puked in my own toilet.
Efffff you fuck face. Right in the ass where you like it. Like that fucking faggot that you are. Your nasty flea infested ass can eat shit and DIE for all I care. You are nothing to me. I spit on your name in pure hatred.
Life
Gone. Completely gone. Not going to lie, it's a weird feeling. It really is. But, it needed to be done. Now that it's done, it's time to move on. A whole new chapter in my life has begun and only I can write it. Turning back is not an option anymore. Feels good.
