Ok so this past weekend: Friday nite we crushed a whole bottle of Whiskey and both bitched all night, Saturday at 6 am we had four more shot each, got into an argument, and I fell on the vacuum cleaner and now have a large bruise on my hips and ass. Stayed in bed until about 4:18pm, saw what time it was and thought "holly shit"! Went to get more whiskey and food, I think, I don't remember. Got drunk at the bar and listen to a pretty decent band Saturday and steven fell on a chair....again...lost my make up bag, the whole damn thing, found it in the medicine cabinet all the way up top where I can hardly reach, I have no memory of this or why the hell i would do it. Bout it.