I got nic sick during the vigil mass and threw up in the bathroom. I started drinking on Wednesday, I stopped last night. I took shots of Tito’s with my brothers and got to round 26 in CoD zombies. No this ain’t that impressive, but we all suck at Zombies so yes it is. Being hungover and watching the TSA root through my bag to examine my giant ziplock full of jellybeans was such an experience. It’s time to stop chainsmoking when my lips turn black. Before I flew home I got drunk and cried in the arms of the Russian kid. He picked me up from the airport when I got back. Love you lots Ivan Nobody makes Easter breakfast like my mom. I don’t think I can ever get married. I need my mommy to cook every holiday. Don’t even tell me you relate to this, my mom is better than your mom. Shut up. I’ve been listening to Pantera all week. Not the best hangover soundtrack but life is nothing but a series of choices I abuse my body for a fleeting good feeling, but the CBT has broken me. I feel only anger or numbness, except when I’m drinking. It’s a brief window into what I want to feel. I hid one of the Easter eggs up a tree where the kids could see but couldn’t climb. It was a little mean but kinda funny to watch them try No te necesito