...I sit here at Panera Bread, after having done 4 hours of Conflict of Laws. My hangover was monumental this morning, and continued into the afternoon. Last night was well worth it though, I was in need of a crazy night. We started out at Los Cabos, where I had margaritas and 3 flour tortillas. I didn't eat much because I wanted to didn't want to give my body any more of a reason to keep me the least bit sober, and I hadn't gotten my ass over to the gym yesterday. Then we went to the Snail where L and I had about a thousand jager bombs, and we two-stepped on the Grey Snail dance floor. When we were sitting out on the patio, L was trying to convince me that we had hit an iceberg and that it was going to prevent us from being able to get home. Too funny - I love drunk asses!
I did however get my ass over to the mall and bought the cutest most comfortable dress ever. My camera died last night so I have NO pictures, but I'll wear it again soon, very soon. I could give two shits if people think I have nothing else to wear. If I find an outfit I love, I will repeat it as many times as I want.
I wish the couple that I'm facing would leave, because the they are engaging in some nauseating PDA, solely instigated by the girl; the guy is absolutely freaking gorgeous and I can't take my eyes off of him; and the girl is well, at the very least tomboy girl next door cute. God he's hot...I think I need to get some major booty...TMI, but it's been awhile, and the stress generating from Barbri is not helping.
Really happy to see that fuckstain DA from Durham County get disbarred; lawyers like him are the reason why I will always be made fun of because of the profession I am in. Not all of us are bad; especially me - despite my fairly loose morals, I am an extremely ethical person.
My plan for the rest of the evening: Grab a bottle of chardonnay on the way home, put said chardonnay in freezer for quick chilling, get cleaned up, drink said chardonnay, find some shit to do tonight. I'll either be going to karaoke at Charries, or somewhere in Brookside with Sara et al. I don't care which one I do, but I will need a designated driver tonight, that's fo sho.
Let's hope I don't drunk-dial the sperm donor to sarcastically wish him a happy father's day at 2am...I've been known to do that before.
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