Brad and I went to his friend David's 25th Birthday party tonight. We went to an Irish pub and to a Karaoke bar (we sang "Baby Got Back" and "Baby One More Time") and I got so plastered after 5 shots and three margaritas. What fthe fuck I don't even know how I drove 30 miles home in the rain and how i'm even typing this right now. i'm so drunk. And I havr work in 6 hours.
Okay the room is spinning and I have to feed my dog. Bye