I’m working on drinking.I’m working on driving.I’m working on driving my drinks.

i mean.

my life is an embarassment . thats why i dont blog anymore.

but i guess this week has been interesting.

this week of terrible shame started when emily picked me and twin and kris up.

we went to adam and alex's house.

had wine. champagne.

and yeahhh.

we left tehre around 1ish because emily had to go home for some reason.

so then we went to this boy dans house.

that is where all the embarassment happend.

we basically just got so drunk.

made out with everyone.

and fucked up our bodies.

my legs look like amy whinehouse.

but worse.

and i have a bruise in the shape of a hand on my arm.

i woke realizing i had gotten sick at some point in the night,

and then to a flash from a camera.

because, in kris's words, 'you and bruno looked too cute not to take a picture.'

maybe the next day?

me and kris went to some party .

we drank tons of liqour and gave a bunch of black drug dealers lap dances.

[one of whom keeps txting me to'cum fuck me gurl']

we went with laura.

and me and her passed out halfway through.

then i got up.

some kid tried to literally rape me.

kristina punched him in the face.

we left that party at 6a.m.

a few nights later.

me and kris just stayed in.

frogged and watched old school.

lets see.lets see. what else happpend.

the night afterrrr that.

someboy with a made up name picked meup.

me and kris went to his house.

it smelled like piss.

so we just stayed there.

RATS OFF TO YA.

then we went back to kris's home.

and left again.

well. we ended up in some fucking warehouse. with slot machines or some shit.

it was pretty strange.

perfect place to get murdered.

it was fun.

we went to a convinent store. i made out with someone who looked exactly like ryan gosling.

and kristina knocked over a ton of stuff inside and made someone else clean it up. i love that bitch.

after that mess, we went back to the warehouse or whatever that thing is.

saw a car almost get stolen.

and went to some matt kids house.

i slept.

woke up at 430am.

and made some hott boy pick me up so i could schpoon.

well.

we went to east cleveland.

around 5ish.

bought MORE ALCOHOL.

[after i had consumed almost an entire bottle of three olives]

and went to his place.

well when i woke up.

i had no clue where i was.

the boy had went to work.

and i looked outside and saw a mother trucking train.

after i called kris crying, i called everyONE ELSE in my phone.

for a ride.

so laura lo lo, being the AMAZING person somehow found me and picked me up.

turns out i was in little italy. on east 120th or some shit like that.

i dont fucking know. cRAZY.

i wen thome.

basically slept all day.woke up. went back out.

some moppy kid was having people over.

so me dani kris and twin bought booze.

and went to his hommme.

there were a bunch of weird fucking kids tehre.

when i walked in a complete stranger said 'SOPHIE! I TALKED TO YOU ON THE INTERNET. BUT YOU DIDNT KNOW!!! HOW ARE YA!?' and i said wtf. how do you know who i am and he said he looked me up.even though i dont have a myspace or facebook or anyshit like that.

so we danced to jazz.

and then ghettoooo fabulous music.

and drank tons of wine.and some congac or something.

and made fools of ourselves.

some strange conversations were had.

and some dignity was lost.

im smell like failure and cheap wine.

i should stop making such poor decisions.

for the sake of anyone associated with me.