The little shit.

It's Saturday but I now work 4 hours of overtime every Saturday and I need to get on that, so this will be fast and a cluster fuck of improper grammar and spelling and all of that nonsense.

Last night I was intoxicated. I woke up this morning in my underwear on my bed with my room completely fucking trashed. Why couldn't I ruin a different bedroom while intoxicated?!

But yeah, I went outside this morning and after I passed out.. a fucking shit ton must've happened because there were a bazillion empty bottles and packing peanuts all over the backyard.

I was very pissed last night. My roommate's girlfriend is being annoying. She's pissed at me because I left her dog out to pee and played with it. SHE CAN FUCKING SHOVE IT. Next time I will let the dog pee all over it's cage. So I spent the entire night making her extremely uncomfortable, referring to her little fucking guinea pig of a dog as "the little shit."

I was so mad. And honestly, all of my friends are on my side with this one. I was kind of searching for a fight with her, because I knew she wouldn't win.

I remember drunkenly turning to my friend and going "I'm very detached, unemotional and creative.. therefore you don't want to fucking piss me off. I will bite off your finger, digest it, puke it up, and then feed it to you." She had a look of horror.

But yeah, on Tuesday I got intoxicated and I can't really remember anything other than walking to the pizza place and falling asleep with my money. In the process, I LOST $40. So on Wednesday night we decided to retrace my footsteps to find my money. So we got drunk and repeated Tuesday night.

Still haven't found it. Damnit.