End of weeks

Oh I fucking suck at posting. Mainly because exactly nothing exciting has happened lately. I haven't even been involved in any fun weirdo boy-stuff because I'm chained and locked to the one that I call my boyfriend and no alcohol related weirdo stuff because I've been sober, and no work related weirdo stuff, mainly because everyone at work suck balls. Except for two people, they just silently rock.

Anyways, interesting weekend. I was shitfaced, humped one of Boyfriend's friends exactly when Boyfriend entered the room (see picture), stole stuff at the club we were at, hid the stuff in my bra and didn't notice it until the day after around lunchtime, have the slightest recollection of our way home, peeing on a house and eating the food I inhaled shortly before throwing myself into the bathroom to throw it all up again, failed miserably with that mission, woke up with a bruise in my forhead, kinda really wanted to die from a huge mass of hangover yesterday and then had to be relatively nice at a dinner with Boyfriend's parents. Lucky me that his stepmother really wanted to take a nap afterwards, while the men where busy with fixing a car. I promptly went to bed and stayed there for three hours. It was pretty awesome if you don't include the hideous monster headache that I had summoned with the mixing of lots of beer and the sluts Jaeger and Vodka. I never learn, do I? They just use me for their own purposes. Hoes.

And after bailing a blowjob in the car while Boyfriend was driving, we finished the weekend of the right way. Post-drunken monkey sex and then a two hour nap. Mmmm... nap.. Ohh, it's sleepy time soon. That makes me happy.