Ugh.

So, can I just say that I am hung-the-FUCK-over?


Holy crap. Who really needed those extra 4 margaritas? Me- obviously.


We were drinking like high schoolers last night... but obviously getting old means that I do not recover from such festivities like I did in high school.


I feel like 18 different kinds of ass right now. 


And I slept with my engagement ring on, so now I have a perfect mark on my cheek from laying on it, and it's engraved into my finger. Lovely.


I'm gonna try and go feel like I'm not dead now.