Wine, strike 2

So last night I was the tragic drunk girl that everyone pretends they don’t know, just so they aren’t stuck looking after her.

Public (not secret) shame.

Maybe it’s good I have no memory of what I said and to whom.

One thing I would like to discover is how I got a giant bruise on my ass.

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