i shouldn't be allowed near a computer when i've been imbibing.
i shouldn't be allowed to drink southern comfort or crown royal.
i shouldn't be allowed to go to a party where the theme is white trash because i in turn turn into classless white trash.
i even showed off my bra to prove it.

there should never be a reason for a yuccaflux (booze soaked fruit). and there should be a limit on how many different types of alcohol go in to said yuccaflux. tequila, boones, peach schnapps, rum and green apple vodka make for a nasty concoction of liver failure. at one point i could literally feel the hardening of my liver tissue and my body telling me that this was my last chance to redeem myself on the holiest of days. had i walked home, i might've ended up at the church, only because i was too drunk to remember what direction home was.
i'm entering into a self-imposed rehabilitation. i have 3 months to whip this sad sack of fat and a dying liver into a fairly decent vegas body.

anyways... something to redeem myself for my extremely poor use of grammar, spelling and common sense.

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college student of historical events, future educator. canadienne. i like to read, but i don't do it enough. i run. i like zombies. i'm obsessed with all things batman, except not batfleck. i'm a terrible video game player, but i'm getting better through attrition. i can play piano pretty good, though. the sound of city streets soothes me, but i love the silence of the forest. curious stargazer.

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i shouldn't be allowed near a computer when i've been imbibing.
i shouldn't be allowed to drink southern comfort or crown royal.
i shouldn't be allowed to go to a party where the theme is white trash because i in turn turn into classless white trash.
i even showed off my bra to prove it.

there should never be a reason for a yuccaflux (booze soaked fruit). and there should be a limit on how many different types of alcohol go in to said yuccaflux. tequila, boones, peach schnapps, rum and green apple vodka make for a nasty concoction of liver failure. at one point i could literally feel the hardening of my liver tissue and my body telling me that this was my last chance to redeem myself on the holiest of days. had i walked home, i might've ended up at the church, only because i was too drunk to remember what direction home was.
i'm entering into a self-imposed rehabilitation. i have 3 months to whip this sad sack of fat and a dying liver into a fairly decent vegas body.

anyways... something to redeem myself for my extremely poor use of grammar, spelling and common sense.