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Whoa, shit, what day is it?
What's up everyone?
The story starts either Sunday or Monday afternoon...I don't remember which one....I think Monday. Anyway, there was lots of white Xanax bars and lots of cocaine...I wish I could remember how faded I was, haha. I'm after the first bunch of free lines of Xanax mixed with yay, I bought 2 grams and 5 bars.
Then, the next thing I remember: I woke up today about 3 PM; enough to get to work 7 hours late, at 4 PM. Told my boss I was sick, and I looked like shit, so she believed me, but she was still a bitch to me anyway. Apparently, though, I called someone ELSE at work the day before; no one above me, just a co-worker with the same title I have. I dunno how I did that, I would have had to talk to the receptionist first, and then ask to be transferred to this girl I called. But somehow I managed it, cause my home # was on her caller ID.
I got home, and my roommate told me that I had gotten home that morning at 4 AM, and I had so much trouble opening the front door that I woke him up and he came and had to open the door for me, at which point I fell on my face (funny huh?). I got up and made it into my room. This one chick told me that she came in my room to check on me around noon, and I was on my face on the floor naked, with my shorts and boxers around one of my ankles. She was nice enough not to take any pictures.
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The function of government is to protect me from others. It's up to me, thank you, to protect me from me. - Arthur Hoppe
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