Ergg. Just woke up from one of the strangest dreams I've ever had. I can't even it explain it, it was that fucking weird. St. Patricks day was alright, I guess. Didn't really do much. & Ontop of that I only had ONE BEER. Yes kids, you read that right. I completely failed my irish holiday, and barely drank. Through no fault of my own. But I did get a white zip up hoodie [finally], a new belt, and a new black purse. So that's a plus. Then I sat around and watched half of "Santas Slay" and waited for John to call .. and he fails and never called. FUCK. BUT .. I did have an interesting convo w/my buddy at the BP. --- him - "How are you today?" me - "I'm good, i'll be better later" him - "You going partying tonight?" me - "Yah, sortof, Ima sit in my house w/my buddy and drink irish whiskey. Gotta love that." him - "Well stay out of trouble" me - "I always do" him - "Uh huh, *laughs* yah right, have fun." me - " *laughing* You too, have a good night" haha. So apparently, I do look like trouble. Funny stuff. I was called an alcoholic 3 times yesterday. By 3 different people. Right in a row. Sucks. Here's to destroying my liver & loving every minute of it. TooDLeS ♥