I can
honestly say how happy I am to have gotten out of the drinking party stage in my life. At only 26 I have been to so many and had few of my own to say I don't really like nor enjoy them these days. One happened today at the apt I live in. Needless to say I went to bed at 10pm. But when you have to work early the next morning and wake up at 4am... it's the smart thing to do. Bout an hr ago woke up abruptly by the bf falling into bed semi on top of me....breathing heavily and making unpleasant worrying sounds. So gf to the rescue with the bucket and rubbing his back. Im tired....cold...and feel like shit and can't fall asleep right now. My room smells slightly like vomit...and vomit in the bathroom sink. Missed walking dead :| and I want to scream on the top of my lungs. Pretty sure next time there is a party....I'll be staying at my parents house so I don't have to deal with this shit.














