Back off the Wagon. Sloppiness Ensues.

Just got back from a really productive trip to the gym. I walked 1.5 miles on the treadmill with Kelly. So soccer mom. We talked about little Timmy's showing at last week's soccer game and what Suzy did at the PTA meeting last night. She's such a hussy. I then decided to really push my limits by doing some crunches. I immediately showed myself out of the gym and proceeded to throw up out front. In the snow. We then reminisced about my top puking stories on campus. There are just so many. I'm seriously quitting drinking, like for real. Going "out for a couple drinks" shouldn't result in playing up and down the river and fuck the dealer with like a group of like 37 year olds, and then one of them hitting on me and giving me their number. LUCKY ME. Like I'd EVER call. Cool you're old and bald and live in a basement and I'm clearly 21 and still in college. Then like whirlwind of disaster. Cut to me waking up in only my bra and underwear with my phone next to me. I wish I would just lose my phone forever, or just lock it when I know I'm going to drink so I don't get to reread my gems that I just HAD to send the night before. UGH.