What Is Lost Can Never Be Saved

"Your vagina is teething!"

God, everyone I know is so weird...

Guys are so damn predictable.

It's entertaining.

Ssshh, you didn't hear it here.

So, how come I never knew about Cage The Elephant or Modest Mouse?

People are lonely...

Hell, I'm really lonely.

I skyped with Ivy earlier, she's still complaining about the same stuff she was complaining about before.

Tonight I passed out on the floor of a KFC bathroom in some random part of town, because...I'm wasted....again.

I'm pretty sure I pissed myself *sigh*

I need to probably slow down or I'm gonna spend my twenties with my head in a toilet.

I've been up all night puking (it's like 7:00am and I haven't slept), I can't even hold down water or Gatorade.

My ribs hurt, I broke an earring, I fell and hit my head (there's a bump now and it hurts).

But I met a lot of chill people, and only subjected two people to my drunken stupor (that's the most delicate term I can use for passing out in a public bathroom).

I told them I'd bake them cakes for taking care of me (I'm totally serious).

They kept saying that a bowl would help...it probably would've, but I just went home.

Lucky that Mister J is always there to rescue me.

Not that I really needed rescuing, considering that Kingpin was taking pretty good care of me (and also his really pretty friend, like this girl was gorgeous).

Wish I could sleep, but I'm shaking too much.

I've never thrown up so much in my life.

Maybe I should take a shower and eat something (I haven't eaten in almost 24 hours).

Mmm, I dunno...

I had a lot to write about, there's just too much going on.

Somehow turning twenty has just made me feel sixteen again.

Maybe the pot helps (it always helps), have I mentioned that I went back to smoking?

Like legitimately (even bought a sack off of Catwoman's old boyfriend, doesn't that bring back memories?)

I remember when he hated me because he thought that Catwoman was a different person when she was with me, I remember when I met him right before my freshmen year, and when Ivy slept with him, and when he tried to sleep with me last year....

All of our lives have been so interconnected, entwined....I understand now why it's difficult to cut ties with the past.

Oh, whatever...more posts about people that I only vaguely care about later?

I'm just joking, I still care about all of them in my own way.

In a lot of ways these people made me what I am.