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It started out with a seltzer, how did it end up like this......
Jk lol. I know how it came to this. Fast forward a week and a half later of pure bender. I had a fellow CA friend come over because I was already drunk, running out of alcohol and money, and bored. It's always a good scumbag moment with that friend, even though that is the last thing I needed.
Suddenly it's Saturday and I blacked out so hard, I was convinced my friend was only over since Friday. I guess they came over fucking Wednesday. I have no recollection of that. All I know is I had a mental breakdown, my boyfriend had to pick me up, and we went to his place.
I come home today, withdrawing, to a fucking shitshow. My room has never been this bad before. It smells awful, there's half of a pizza on my bed I don't remember getting, three shoes full of spaghetti, and garlic bread slices tacked to my wall, and luckily clean sex toys in random places because I guess I tried to fight my friend with them but got mad they didn't want to fight me so I chucked them everywhere. I'm honestly surprised none of those stupid fruit flies or maggots showed up. I start bagging up all of the empty cans and bottles my friend and I accumulated, it's fucking 7 XL kitchen bags worth of it. On top of the 12 pack boxes of empty IPAs. Ok, whatever, nothing too new here after a bender. But I wasn't expecting all of my roommates to be home. They're not very impressed with me after how loud and chaotic I was for over a week. To make it worse, I have to walk past one of their rooms as I carry out these massive bags that give off that adorable ringing sound of clanking.
Alas, I used my last bit of money to get two tall cans, and typing this pointless story instead of finishing up the cleaning. 7 trash bags of bottles, 7 trash bags full of shame.
Chairs, still need to take the garlic bread off my wall.
Garlic bread garlic bread garlic! Garlic bread? Garlic bread bread garlic bread. Garlic bread! Garlic garlic bread.
