Okay. I admit it. I have no idea who I am anymore. What happened to the sweet innocent little Katie that I knew and loved?
I have been drunk 3 times in the past week and a half, and about 10 times in the past two months. Compared to the once every month or two that I was used to at home. Partying is starting to get in the way of other things. Not good.
Tonight alone, I hit on 5 people (4 male, 1 female) and meant it in every case. In the past week and a half, I have made out with two random guys. Keep in mind that I broke up with Steven just less than a week ago. Yeah. So much for monogamy and commitment.
I also had a puff of a cigar tonight. Like seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?! That is not a Katie move at all, no, no, NO! This is bad. The worst of it is, I wasn't even that repulsed by it. I mean, it certainly wasn't good, but it also wasn't "ew, gross, I never want to do this again." Gah.
Who the hell am I becoming?
I want to go home.
"And The Streets Are Paved With Chee-eeese!"
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