Or whatever. This might be number 3 or something. I'm so drunk. I've never been this drunk. Not even on my 21st birthday, and I was pretty drunk then. I'm not even sure how I'm doing this right now. I've had to go back at least three times to spell everything right. Make that four. I feel like I should spell long words now.
Antidisestablishmentarianism.
Embellishment.
Onomatopoeia (Spell check took care of this one.)
God, what even am I doing?
I'm so happy. And sad. Why can't I get a boy to like me? I just want to make out with a cute boy or four. Really live my twenties, you know?
I'm probably going to regret this in the morning, but I wish the Marine had fucked me. I wish he'd had it in him to go that extra mile and not fall short on his promises. That would have been nice, being wanted sexually and finally making that leap. But I guess it wasn't meant to be. Oh well. I'll find someone. Or at least that's what my brother/friends think.
I really think I'm too drunk to process all this right now. I'm going to bed before I embarrass myself more.
Love y'all!
**Addendum: I did, in fact, regret this in the morning. Let this stand as a reminder to me that blogging when drunk is a no-no.**
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