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.
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Was my Dignity with them? The Stanky Legg took off with it a couple days ago and I haven't seen it since.
what a coincidence because i am "that" girl as well. we should start a club.
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