Got drunk this week as usual. I was so drunk on Thursday that I had to make myself throw up. I also spent most of Friday throwing up at work. Gross. But being a bulimic does have its advantages I guess. I have no qualms about shoving my fingers down my thoart to make myself feel better while other sjust have to sit there and ride it out.
Last night I met a cute guy at a bar. We chatted abotu sports and I told him I was though so he asked me to punch his hands to show him how good I was. I did right hand then punched with my left, hit his hand and somehow punched him int he face too. Whoops. He had a red welt. Then we made out. Then he started whining about his stupid ex-girlfriend. Then I wished I had punched him harder.
Today I went to say bye to a friend that is visiting. We hailed her a cab that was across 1st Ave at Houston street. The cab saw us and as the light changed it was coming down the street. Then these 3 ho-bitches stand in front of us and try to hail our cab. I said "We were here first". The lead ho-bitch doesnt even have the balls to turn around and say this to my face. She says "this is New York and there are tons of fucking cabs. We came from across the street. Stop fucking complaining. This is New York City and you have to fucking deal with it." Like shes queen hardcore. The cab pulls up, passes them and stops in front of us. I open the door for my friend and say "you can fucking deal with it." and hugged my friend goodbye. Sometimes things do turn out the way they are supposed to. Stupid fucking bitch.
5:04 p.m. - 2004-04-25
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