i want to die

oh lovely day. walking around the city in 100+ degree humid stickiness with a quasi-hangover is a treat. fun times!! this weather is fucking killing me. dehydrated doesn't even begin to describe it. last week was really nice - i worked 2.5 days. wednesday me and kt played a little hooky and had brunch and went to a little-known beach. mind you, it was raining and cold.. but we went to the beach! and 20 minutes after sitting down, the sun came out and it was awesome. we polished off a bottle of vodka and drunk beach yoga ensued. i discovered what it's like to be drunk for 12 hours straight after going home and then pretty much right back out to play a show. more fun times. the next day, naturally, i was much too hungover and tired to go to work. so i didn't. boss was on vacation and.. i don't give a shit about my job. for xtina's birthday, i was a goddamn shot machine. next time, i'm going to need someone to watch out for me and smack my hand when it reaches for the wallet. of course, when i'm drunk, 4 different shots intermixed with beer seem like a brilliant idea. i'm a fucking genius.

and... last night. companies are so evil when they plan open barties on a monday night. would it be so hard to make it thursday instead? i know i'll be suffering the rest of the week trying to recover in subtle ways. so now i down seltzer, which i just sprayed all over my desk area.

i've also been taking $100 out on an average of every 2-3 days the past couple weeks. please make this stop. i'm a poor girl and have no idea where it goes, besides for buying multiple shots. if this doesn't stop, i'm going to have to put myself under house arrest.