someone rb’d one of my edits from me so i went to check their tags and i saw their most recent post which was of lotor after he got beaten up by zarkon in s5 so i clicked on it to see the context behind it and i found out that apparently the person who runs this one abuse kink blog has some sort of strange infatuation with lotor
the roommate and I dressed up in our prom dresses (with kinda trashy makeup because why not) to go to a graduation event at the Science Museum. we were super late and it was rainy and cold and we had no sleeves or backs to our dresses, but it was still pretty fun. also free drinks.
got back from that around 10:30, sat around for an hour or so, then went across the street to a sort of biker bar called Empire. because we wanted to go to a bar in our prom dresses. and that was pretty fun. we had 2 rum and cokes each in the hour and a half we were there, had a great conversation with a lesbian who came over to ask about our dresses.
back to the apartment, out of the dresses, to Rite Aid for some gatorade, and then we were going to watch the episode of Star Trek where they get sprayed with these plant spores and Spock falls in love. but about half way through I felt like I was going to throw up.
and that's when everything went downhill. I ended up sobbing over the toilet because I couldn't throw up even after sticking my fingers down my throat and I felt so so terrible and I just wanted to throw up and go to bed. roommate heard me sobbing and rubbed my back and got me water and ginger ale and buttered bread and crackers and eventually I threw up twice.
and then I went to stand up and brush my teeth and go to bed and threw up again. and then I went to bed.
I didn't get up until noon because I was starving and also kinda woozy. I'm feeling better now, but man that was seriously terrible. I wish I knew why I threw up so much, the last time drinking did that I know I drank a lot more. that was 2 beers, 2 gin and tonics, a shot of rum, and a vodka cranberry. this was a half-shot of whiskey, a glass of wine, and 2 (rather large) rum and cokes. maybe it was the 10 cold meatballs I ate at the Science Museum...