stupid little thoughts...
I'm not sure if it was the rapid consumption of 9 beers in an hour and a half, the two blunts, or the rapid movement on cribs last night...but something made me horribly ill.
And I projectile vomited all over Brandon's bathroom.
We passed out on the couch.
Driving home at 5am sucked.
Work today sucked too.
But at least HE is talking to me again.
I still really care about him.
Its time to go back to bed.