Anger management.

I spent all weekend really drunk. Friday I stayed at my lovable little afroed friend's house. Watched him bong (as in beer bong) some vodka and make a complete fool out of himself. Of course the night ended with him puking and me rubbing his pack and peeing in the bath tub.

Hey! I rinsed it out. He was hogging the toilet. Ass.

Saturday I went to another afroed hippie boy's house. My friend's boyfriend. For some reason taking shots doesn't get me nearly as drunk as pouring half of a cup of rail vodka and mixing it with some sort of fruit juice. No idea why.

Apparently I literally stood over KT (the roommate/heterosexual life partner) and kicked her, screaming that the air mattress she was sleeping on was in fact all mine. I also woke up with an odd pain in my chin that was apparently caused by me trying to wrestle the already blown up air mattress out of the closet and tripping and hitting my face on hippie boy's bass. I win.

According to my mom, I need anger management. I told her I would give it a shot. I still believe alcohol is the best way to relieve stress and anger.

When it rains, it pours.

It's my friend Bryant's 22nd birthday today. He died New Years Eve night.

I'm not one to whine. Actually, I don't think I even have the ability to cry while I'm sober. But god, I hate the rain.

In the last year, it's rained every day that someone I love died. My dog died. Then my grandma. Then Bryant. And if this wasn't enough to deal with, my dad died at the end of January. I now have a fear of the rain.

It started raining on Wednesday. Nothing has happened yet, but I loathe the weather so much that it makes me feel crazy. Like a feeling of impending doom. I can barely get out of the bed on rainy days. If it wasn't for this god forsaken job, I don't think I would get up.I drive ridiculously slow. I text all of my friends every 30 minutes to make sure they're ok.

I don't think I can make it through many more rainy days.

Let me clear my throat. uh huh uh huh.

After stalking some very nifty people's blogs, I decided that this is exactly where I need to be. So just so you know a little more about me, I'm one of those girls. You know, the drunk ones at parties always stumbling around and laughing louder than a hyena? Well, that's me. Here's a story to explain.

On St.Patrick's Day I got off work and went to a guy friend of mine's house. One of those awkward gatherings where you only talk to the people you came with. Kind of like a high school dance. But what always makes me friendlier? Jager. Thats what. So after 3 (15) Jagerbombs later I decided that I loved everyone. I stumbled around and made a scene and tried to convince the guy who's house I was at that he needs to love me. Like, forever. And he said....

**crickets**

But that didn't stop me. I love a challenge. So after I spent 20 minutes in his bathroom puking, I came out, drank some more, and went back to work. Needless to say, he still doesn't love me. As I stumbled in the house at 4am bumping into walls, wondering how I just made it up the stairs, I realized that I had lost my roommate. What the hell?


She came home the next morning. She was hand in hand with my dignity.