Ok imma just be real for a few minutes. Those who know me personally know that I like to smoke and drink. Yes, I know its bad, but neither is habitual. I only participate in said activities when Im out partying, and Im not addicted to either. Especially smoking, Im about to quit that all together I think. On the other hand, I do enjoy drinking. Wouldnt call myself a drinker though. But when I get the chance, I do.
&&Lets just say that on Friday night I definately got the chance...&&I abused it.
I started off cool and composed, helping my friend who hosted the party to keep things together and running smoothly, cleaning up messes, all of that good stuff. All the while Im sipping on a little bit of this, little bit of that. That turns into shots...which turn into double shots. Mix that with a little puff puff puff..puff puff...and puff again pass, &&things quickly went downhill.
&&Thats all I can really tell you because honestly I only remember half of the night. I was alllll the way fuckedddd up. My friends keep telling me all of these crazy ass stories of things I said and did that night, &&all I can do is shake my head.
The next morning, I woke up feeling pretty okay. Helped clean up the house and headed home...&&then shit hit the fan. I have never felt so fucking nauseated in my life. My head was spinning and throbbing, and I couldnt stand up for more than a few minutes without getting sick all over again. I just laid in bed, on the couch, on the floor...wherever all morning sipping water. Couldnt bring myself to eat. My main goal was to not throw up. At one point I was about to force myself to...but I got it together. Thank God. It was literally the worst morning of my life. A hangover is no fucking joke.
So Ive decided to not drink again for a long ass time. Maybe a sip or two, but as far as getting wasted again..nuh uh, I cannot bring myself to it. I will say that it was fun while it lasted...but its not worth it in the end. Hah.
Please dont judge me though. I really am a good girl :]