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The past few days have been an adventure to say the least.

I went with Morrae Rob t., Omahr and Dylan to the last night of house on the way there we stopped at the Spectrum to do some uhh "shopping" and ate some food. Then we headed to Sunset blvd, got a bottle and started drinking. Well, my tolerence has lowered to say the least and even though I had taken my xanax 8 hours earlier, I blacked out in line but was holding it together until i had to show the guy my ID. Then I fell. Woo so no club House for me.

BUT OMAHR IT'S NOT EXPIRED.

So I guess Rob T. and Morrae babysat me on Hollywood blvd, i puked all over Omahr's car and there was a photobooth thrown in there hahha. I puked all over mine and Morrae's stolen goods and as Omahr later said, Karma's a bitcvh. haha oh man.

"we had a situation..."

Yesterday I went to Oceanside to get Omahr's car cleaned and it cost 40 fucking dollars for them to scrape my dry crusy puke off his nice leather seats. Dylan, Omahr, and I were starbucks whores all day, Gave Omahr a tutorial on how to give me a shot incase there was a round two of the previous night, then we eventually got Rob T. then to Miles' to get baked. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time...Mammoth tomorrow!

I'm assisting at Superpark. I'm so fucking excited. Slash scared.

So high on life. This next week will be insane.