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Yesterday was unbelievably solid considering it's beginning. To fully tell this tale, I think I'll start from the beginning (Friday night) and chronicle the weekend's happenings. So it begins:

Friday: Worked until six, went to Open Mic for a minute, went to the shop to visit Eric and Tony, came home around 10:30, Jen showed up at my house with Harrison, then the three of us ventured over to the palace where I proceeded to drink a beer and do whiskey shots. Cut myself off at 2am at the peak of my drunkenness, weaved my way home, and tried to make myself go to bed. This internal struggle happened:
My body- Uh Uhhhh, still ready to party!
My brain- Listen bitch. I need to go to bed now. I have work at 8 am.
My body- Uh Uhhhhhh...
Until I finally forced myself to go to sleep. Then proceeded to wake up two hours later, still drunk, and not know where I was. In my own house. Good.

Saturday: Worked from 8am-2pm. Dropped Kevin off at his house, then went to the mall to buy a dress....ended up leaving with four shirts, a necklace, and a pair of shorts. Solid! Went home for a bit, then went to the Bean to drop off an i-pod cord for Keisha. Ended up hanging with Luke for a minute, then going home and trying unsuccessfully to take a nap. Met up with Spencer to have him buy me some beer for the party at the palace I was attending later. Chilled and drank a beer with him, then dropped the beer off at the palace, and went home to shower and change. Walked over and proceeded to drink a few beers, do a few shots, and overall get hammered drunk. Sent Eric some aggro texts. They go as follows:
11:54 pm: "Bleeeehhhh druuuuunkkkbwhat are you doing?"
1:01 am: "Answer your fucking phone!"
1:19 am: "I will literally kil you"
Notice the spelling of "literally" and "kill" right there. Good work. In addition to the drinking and texting I did some dancing, had a wonderous time, and again, weaved my way home and passed out.

Sunday: Slept in until 1 pm, which was very much needed and appreciated. However, managed to forgot to buy the necessary items for my cleanse in the drunken shenanigans of the previous two days. Woke up to this thought process Sunday afternoon:
"Alright, time to start the cleanse. FUCK!....Where are my cigarettes?"
It should be noted that in this cleanse (the master cleanse) you are not allowed to smoke, drink, or eat. Solid logic on my part, as usual. Went to the store to get some ice cream and movies, ran into Devin. Came home and ate sum dis ice cream. Got a text from Eric, who rolled out to my house with Muttens. Muttens, Eric and I went to the Res and floated around drinking beer for a few hours. I managed to lose one of my plugs, which sucks, but the Res trip made up for it. Watched the sun set, then went back to Mutten's. Chilled for a minute, then went to dinner at Chili's. Delicious. Went back to Mutten's and watched Tombstone. Eric took me home, and then I fell asleep andddd....

woke up at 4:45 am today, went to work at 6 am, made solid tips, hung out with Spencer for a bit, went to lunch with Kylee and Shenise, and made the following plans:

- 5:30 pm: Go to Family Group with Keisha.
- Sometime after 7:00 pm & when Eric gets off work: Get silly because I don't work tomorrow!

My life is retarded amounts of fun lately.