Current mood:

groggy

Sick and Partied out this week. I went out every single night starting wednesday night. Baracha. Drunk drunk Drunk.I must say I had fun while it lasted. The only problem is that my "friends" back here now, from work, school, do not understand my weaknesses to going out. I told them I could not go out at all during the week anymore so because of this, I asked them not to ask me or tell me about parties. I Know the choice is mine, i take responsibility for my actions, BUT its so much harder when I know about big events. I was so sick wednesday, but there I was, dancing (with my no rythm having ass) the night away and snacking on California rolls with Stacey at the Bamboo room. I passed out on the way home. After I woke up shaking, i decided i wasn't going out again...until 10 o'clock came around and Jeanette and I and the rest of the Roadhouse crew went out.and where was I? Well, actually I don't remember. I think I was at Samy's. Not really sure.

I talked to my Marine on Friday though. We had a friendly conversation. He is on his way to a different city. I am pretty sure he has a girlfriend there in D.C. that he says he is just friends with. I don't care really. I mean...he won't be home, except for visits for 3 years. I have plenty of fine gentlemen here. Yeah, so now to do some more social work.
One thing I know, talking about drugs to kids even in junior high is too damn late. Yeah, now I get to read a book by Mr. michael dyson. Ick. NO more partying-at least until Fat Tuesday. Damn it, that is tomorrow-But, how could i stay home on such a Fun party day. Somebody tie my ass down.
The Partying butterfly
--lorena