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[rocknload]

God, I hate drinking. I don't get drunk enough to justify how sick I feel. Though Bryce and Bridgette insist I'm plenty drunk enough. I think my throat is burning.

Advice to future bartenders. If someone orders one shot of Bacardi 151, maybe you aren't doing them a favor if you give them two shots of it in the same glass, thereby giving them the option of drinking both or none. Maybe.

Hanging out with Setine was fun, but man, my parents nearly fucking killed me. pushpushlady actually had to take the phone out of my hand and talk to them to prevent a near nervous breakdown on my end. They wouldn't listen to me! And then I saw my brother and sister for the first time in forever, I actually hugged them both and said, "Thank God, it's you two."

I think goyutasama is fishing for information to use to embarrass me in the future.

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[rocknload.livejournal.com]

Me. They were doing the I AM A PARENT, I CAN COMPLETELY IGNORE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING WITH GREAT SKILL FOR ENTIRE MINUTES thing and I was starting to yell into the phone NO SERIOUSLY, JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING DIRECTIONS, JESUS.

And then Setine took the phone and was all sweet and stuff. She's a lifesaver!

[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. I hate it when they do that. You eventually got where you were going, right?

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

I did! And I only got lost once, even.

[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

Setine told me you got lost on your way to her.

[rocknload.livejournal.com]

This was another time!

I wasn't really lost any of the times, it was more like not being entirely sure I was heading in the right direction, and getting exponentially more and more frustrated because I don't know my way around the Valley very well and I was running late the entire night.

[immelmanturn.livejournal.com]

Maybe you ought to invest in a Mapsco. Several Mapscos.