Time of my fucking life!

Prologue-

Kicking the covers off of my sweaty body I sigh. Feeling my stomach gurgle from last night’s events I slowly roll off my bed and stand. My head weighing heavily on my shoulders, the room begins to spin by the good grace of someone’s god I make it to my bathroom, just in time to release the angry bile from my throat. Last night’s adventures sure kicked me in the ass this morning. Thinking back I figured out my mistake, after more than enough cheap cherry vodka and a spike of red bull I was plastered. But of course my best friend always knew how to get me shit-faced. I guess it didn’t take much convincing on her part to persuade me to drink more. Gotta love good friends, they sure know how to make you forget your problems.

- tell me whatcha think

Chapter 1- Im soooo fucked up!

Lying on a cold bathroom floor is probably the only hangover remedy that works. Once sobered up enough I look for my stash. A few hits from my girlie colored bowl should do the trick. I inhale the smoke feeling my lungs expend and release. My body dulls and the shaking fades. Feeling half normal I check my appearance before exiting my room. My neon-florescent green walls play upon my skin making me look sicker then I felt. In the mirror I see leftovers from last night. My make-up which looked hella good was gone and the mascara faded down my eyes. My Dirty blonde hair was tangled in the hair tie, fixing that made me feel slightly better about my appearance. Noticing I only had on a large t-shirt and a cute pair of Victoria’s secret latest- lacey boy shorts, I pulled a soft pair of soffees before opening my door.  I look down the hall making my exit. My house was quite silent for 10 a.m.  Leaning on my brothers’ door I open it slightly. Laughing as I see my brother and his thee friends all past out from a long night of Xbox I’m sure. Walking into the living room I spot my purse on the table beside the door, digging through it I find my cigarettes and mini bic lighter. Opening one of the French doors, calling my dogs “Bruno, buddy common lets go pee-pee” they gallop loudly through the house every step being registered on the wood floors. While sitting on my old green porch and puffing harshly on my cig, I think about my life. My fucked up little life of a not-so average 18 yr old white female. Bruno a muscular beagle sits beside me and listens to my problems. Thinking out-load, complaining, my whiney voice began to deepen. “ I have the perfect boyfriend whom I can’t stay faithful to, I am the mom of my 16 yr. old brother, the wife of my 45 yr. old father, and I like to have a good time, why do I feel so shity”.