36 kings?!

so i woke up this morning feeling awesome. which shouldn't have happened considering the night i had. everything was fine; me and my beer...then the whisky shot was forced upon me and i was sure i could take it. damn you Sean! my bra, Sean, wasn't there to tell me the age old bra-saying: "Beer before liquor...", so i spent the rest of my night there by the toilet. i was so embaressed. it was definately the whisky that did me in, they all know that. they watched me down 12 beers at party, two weeks previous to that, with ease. i was mad.
i couldn't drive home and my mom kicked me out and i had just found out that the place i was going to stay at was now out of comission because my friend's mom was bringing her boyfriend over. i did the only thing i felt confortable doing. i called my boyfriend. we'd just got done talking about breaking up and having a nice life and all that shit, but i really didn't want it to be like that. took me getting fucked up to get us to talk. it was good.
and now i'm at work...waiting for our stuff to come in so we can actually work. but hey! getting paid to wait for a game to come in is even better than getting paid to play them. *victory dance*

i need a nap.