Alright.
ALRIGHT!
I’ll admit it.
I know it was kind of ridiculous for me
to blame Dudefriend for me putting my foot in the toilet.
But you know when you’re like really drunk,
so drunk you punch one of your best pals in the eyeball
(I LOVE YOU MEREDITH. DIDN’T MEAN IT. XOXOX)
and then you go home and you shove your foot in a toilet
after already being elbow deep in one at a bar,
you just want someone to blame
other than yourself & your affinity for sparkling Pinot Noirs.
I drunkenly was absolutely convinced without a doubt that this was all Dudefriend’s fault and I was like “NOT UH! I’M NOT AN ALCOHOLIC JAGOFF! I DON’T JUST PUT MY FOOTZ IN TOILETS!” because I have this monstrous ego and then in the morning when he lol’d in my face I just was like “psh no I AM RIGHT” when really that is just my father who couldn’t stand losing talking and I needed to just sit the fuck down and realize I do dumb things sometimes.
Anyway, thanks for the five of you who voted for me besides me.
I’m sure you are all girls that have dealt with toilet seat up issues.
Bless you all & thanks for siding with me.
Because even though I was kinda wrong,
I AM ALWAYS RIGHT
BECAUSE THIS IS MY BLOG AND I AM GOD.
[insert omnipotent bellowing muahaha'z]
Just kidding.
I’m not into like Jafar-ing shit up.
Think I’m just going to listen to Sarah Mclachlan for the next couple hours.
REFLECTxCORE, guys.
