My name is Jack Danielle What did I say about changing my password and NEVER NEVER blogging while drunk?

Well I Lied.

Here I am, a product of Dive Bar Happy Hour gone terribly good (or wrong)- whatever.

Me and my heterosexual life partner accompanied my brother and his terribly hot dread locks friend to happy hour- and stayed until 9 pm. Can we say D-R-U-N-K?!?

And

The ex whatever called me today- and wanted to complain about his relationship that had gone awry. (Big word for a drunk girl) and I wanted to say, "Honey I dont give a rats ass, and Go join a pirates brigade, and walkthe damn plank." But instead I said, oh that is too bad, oh that is so sad, Yeah yeah, relationships suck. But wanna know a secret? I think he made up the whole relationship to have a reason to talk to me..... (yeah, he is that big of a dick wad weisel)

I don't know if you know this, but it is so damn hard to type when you arent sober. I may erase this tomorrow.

Good Night.

**An Edit from the hungover author: I cannot believe how much sense this post makes... Incredible. Edit posted @ 4:26 AM Thursday**  ¶ 9:59 PM