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I am drunk. YAY. I came straight home from work, expecting to curl up in bed and watch the Pens VS Wings.
Jenniliz texts me... "Come to the bar... I got you."
"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. I'm going to the bar!!!" [yes, I live with my parents, and do not yet live with my husband. We don't have the finances and his dad has severe depression issues to deal with, so Ian doesn't want to leave him alone... we're looking into move in together once I get a ft job]
So I went to the bar with Jenniliz, her bf Carl, and re-met some awesome people I knew from high school. They were all shitfaced and I joined them shortly. I got to the bar around 930.... I left around 10:45 drunk as HELL!
I don't drink all too often. I've only drank once since I've turned 21 on April 13th. Sooo... I had 2 jack and cokes, 1 captn and coke, 2 shark attacks [4 different kinds of vodka, 2 different puckers, and sprite], and a screwdriver.
Needless to say, I'm kinda fucked up, but I'm still aware enough to make this entry grammatically and spelling correct.
SURGERY
My surgery went PERFECTLY. No problems whatsoever. Last time, I felt all five needles.. ughhh. This time, I didn't feel any of them, and I was in and out in less than an hour. 2 weeks sans sex, but I can deal. Ian and I had an amazing romp on Wednesday... so that should tide me over until MIDJUNE... it seems so far away, but it really isn't, seeing as tomorrow is the last day of May.
Mayhem.... It's almost over.
PENGUINS... Please Win Tomorrow!!!!!!
I'm going to bed. I'm sick of backspacing all the time cuz I'm pretty damn drunk. I love it :]
Peace and Chicken Grease.
-Miss Tyler
