In this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me.

Wow, what a whiny bitch. At least I was eloquent with my verb choices and "mature" with my method of delivery. Occasionally my girlie side rears it's ugly, jealous head....

Five beers down in half an hour because my purse was too small for smuggling. I'd had a hair cut so I was feeling pretty, which only made me want to get drunk and dance, so that's what I did. Got drunk and danced around tables, put bills in g-strings, shot 151 out of Chase's flask, revelled in the inebriated closeness that hovered around my work mates and I, watched Cory slump further into intoxication only to buy him more liquor, fell into a garbage can, smoked weed with my superiors, and stumbled home to a friendly couch and not enough sleep.