Shockingly enough, I can't find my wallet. I had to "retrace" my steps and it was a tough journey. Did I leave it at that party at Tom's house? I remember grabbing my stuff on the way out from a huge stuff pile and thinking to myself, I bet I'm leaving something. No. Because we went to Javiers after and I drunkenly bought a giant shrimp (haha) burrito. Did I leave it at Javiers? No. Because I had hangover brunch with Anney the next morning. And the waitress did a terrible job and tried making up for it by complimenting my wallet. Whatever bitch, $2. So it's in my room. Under everything. OR I might have brought it with me to that catering thing yesterday. I was drunk afterwards, almost left my shoes in Maddies car. So that's a possibility. I hope so, thats pretty easy. Otherwise.. in my room? I don't know. I drank so much last night. I was in a music video for Savages as a dancing slut girl. They supplied the beers and I supplied the drinking. I woke up with morning in my guantanamo baywatch shirt with the lights still on. I hate that.
So where's the fucking wallet? Where's my life going? Where's my sugar?
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