My Tum Tum hurts…
When I envisioned my weekend it did not include me knocking over my hanging photographs, throwing stuff, ruining my satin sheets by throwing up in them, or calling people and starting arguments. Sadly, the only thing I remember is knocking my favorite picture off the wall. When I woke up this morning to place it back on the wall I noticed I broke the frame.
Kids, this why you don’t mix mimosa, chardonnay, and whatever cheap ass vodka in a pizza parlor with your brother, friend, and ex bf in less than 5 hours. The results are you walking around Wal-Mart at 3:38 AM picking up water, Caprisun, Powerade, and split pea soup.
I honestly wanted to make spaghetti, but that seemed way too complicated in my still inebriated state.
Outside of the too many drinks this weekend it was the who’s who of Korin’s past. I saw A LOT of my friends of high school and college. I even got to meet Tje Austin from The Voice. Of course pictures to come later this week… when I’m not contemplating on ways to pump my stomach.
Oh yeah… and I have a moth in my bathroom. Now I can’t go in there without him angrily flying around.
All I wanna do is brush my teeth.
Have a great week. I’m gng to try and make it.