so remember how i mentioned fucking life on a seriously large scale for about a week or two before buckling down and figuring my shit out?
well fuck-life-weekend part 1 was a major success. i even woke up on sunday without a voice from drinking so much. kevin returned to his house sunday night and found holes in the walls, blood everywhere, graffiti on the floors, and a strobe light still on.
what. the. fuck?!
i managed to lose some money, eat pho and catch up with some close friends. i saw tegan & sara, went to a party, took some photos and cheated on my diet with a big mac. i woke up with bruises i can’t explain and small cuts everywhere. EPIC. i know i’m being reckless and unhealthy, but i need to get this shit out of my system.
tomorrow i’m going to the gym
wednesday i have yoga
and thursday night i leave for montreal til sunday
for what it’s worth, i miss andy so much. not the relationship, necessarily. but his presence in general. i lost my best friend, you know? i’m being tough though… so i should come out of this alive.
…if i can make it through next weekend!