This weekend has been a complete f'n bust. I've had zero interaction with people except via text and phone. Which, is probably for the best considering I don't like people seeing me in a weakened state. Yeah, we'll get to my inferiority complex later. And, yes, my back is still killing me. Thanks for asking!
So, there I was, flat on my back on my living room floor watching SATC dvds in anticipation of the movie. June 30th, y'all - can't f'n wait. At any rate, I haven't had ANY alcohol in the past four days so this moment of clarity bullshit is getting hella-annoying.
Tone: Trina's "Pull Over"
Me: Heya sugar. What's up?
ATPTI (Anonymous to Protect The Innocent): I just passed your aparrrrtment - I'm drunk! Is your back betterrrrr? Come with meeee!
Me: Oh yeah? Where you heading? And, no my back isn't feeling better so I'm not leaving my house.
ATPTI: I'm on my way to Operaaaaaaa! OUCH!
Me: What the fuck? Honey, what happened?
ATPTI: I fell. I'm bleeding.
Me: Will you get your drunk ass over here then? You shouldn't be walking around Midtown and we'll put a f'n band-aid on your cut.
ATPTI: It's not bleeding thaaaaat much. I'm going to Operaaaaa!
Me: You said that already. And, umm why?
ATPTI: I couldn't be around (insert ATPTI's BFF) anymore; he was chasing after some guy and he deserves better!
Me: So you decided to walk your drunk ass to Opera?
ATPTI: Yeah, there's a guy there I want to ignooooooooore.
Me: I need more pain pills.
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