Fuck the pain away

So as is true with most fun things in life... they appear to always come with some sort of catch or clause.. stateing that the good time you are having right at this moment... will be matched with an equally shitty time... sometime thereafter....



Good News: i got a call from Erica last night.. (my old roomate) who i havnt seen since we moved out of our last apt... in May... and shes living in ATL now... so that was exciting... i drove over to her apt... and it is sooo cute..


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Picture: Erica now with her short fauxhawk haircut.. making funny faces
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We mingled and drank wine with her male gay neighbors for a bit.. and then decided we wanted to go out...




They were dead set on bringing us to a gay bar... so thats what we did...

not the one where FAG HAGS arnt allowed....
it was actually really fun... tons of dragqueens... and other cute gayness..

Everyone was like... is that your girlfriend (referring to Erica).. u guys would make the cutest couple.... it was rather comical....
anyways we both proceeded to do what we do best..... and got hammered...

We woke up both feeling like rusting metal .. this morning...
i had to go to class and she had to go to work....

i left my first class twice to puke and the second one once...
its 7:19pm and i still feel like shit... ive been in the bed all day...
praying to God to please... spare me this one last time.....
my crys fall upon deaf ears....