dii lok los hin

When I get drunk I get lonely and I want warm skin to curl up against, and soft breathing to listen to while I sleep.

When I get high I get horny as hell and I want to be bruised and panting and begging, and I don’t ever want to stop.

When I’m drunk AND high, I want both of these things. Simultaneously.

Living with your ex (because he’s a controlling, abusive, fuck face and won’t respect the boundaries in your house so he won’t leave) is hard.

Rockfest was awesome. Super fucking cold, but awesome.

Decided that the lead singer of Clutch is my future ex husband. Lamb of God was incredible. Saw Rob Zombie while high as a motherfuckin kite and rocked the fuck out. Living Dead Girl is still my favorite Rob Zombie song.

Ex fiance’s ex boss (henceforth referred to as Josh) was super cuddly during the show and on the way home (leading to his fiancée probably hating my guts. But it was not my fault! I did nothing. He just decided to talk to me infinitely more than he did Abby), which, outside of him being very clearly taken, I am 100000000000% okay with.

Stole Andy’s jacket with Andy’s consent because it’s a hella nice coat and I was hella cold.

Woke up with a headache and a sore throat and a teeny kitten cuddling with me.

Already a good weekend.