Don't Drink and Dial

Back from Spiaggia. That was SUCH a boring party, omg. The highlight of my night was when I took Matt's cigarette and I took a drag. It was so strangely numbing and good. But I already have a vice so I can't take two. It'll kill me quicker. Hihi.

Yes. I am a bit intoxicated. :) Ok not a bit. A WHOLE LOT intoxicated.

I was looking up random information about alcohol and you know, I didn't know that Bailey's was a WHISKY. That made me so happy. Tee-hee.

I called him. I caved. That's why people say don't drink and dial. He was sleeping and I felt so guilty when I woke him up. He has long, working days. He has to travel a lot, all the time. He has to bear with the press. I shouldn't bother him.

I just ... miss him so much.

More alcohol. More drinks. Anything, to stop me from thinking.

Oh he called me back. Yay. :) We are talking. Now I want to cry. I really miss him. I hate, abhor, despise (and... all words that mean HATE) long distance relationships. They suck. Whoever tells you otherwise hates you and is lying. They either make you or break you. Hard to say what's happening to me right now.

I hope the Bailey's bottle will answer me.

Update: I am going to see him. Yay.