OUCH!

Damn! Mission accomplished! I am totally HUNG today. I neeeeeed a chorizo burrito.
Why do I always feel the need to analyze everything when I'm fucked up? Why can't I just be a contented drunk?
Girls night lasted one too many beers last night and when I got home I continued to lubricate myself. THEN, as if that wasn't enough, I decided to smoke some BOB.. Right about this time my CUTE B.F. came home. I strongly urged him to take part in my debauchery, (which of course he did, cause I'm irresistible)
Well...Needless to say I started espousing about relationships, how SO many people take one another for granted, how SO many people stifle each other, how if he ever felt that I was stifling him that he had my permission to find someone who wouldn't, and if I felt he were stifling me I would do the same...and on and on and on.....Til I passed out. Face first.
**I know this cause I woke up in the same position I landed..***
Well.. Now I have spent the whole day not only hung over, but reassuring my CUTE B.F. that I still love him..Poor guy.
I think I'm going to make him sign something stating: Any thing I have said while drunk, I am never to be held responsible for ever...
Or am I the one that should be doing the signing? My brain is in turmoil today. I can't think.