"JustTrina"

In answer to Friday's blog I guess I thought I needed to drink. And drink I did, my friends. At the (mediocre) Maxwell concert, I drank a beer. Before that, I drank vanilla vodka and sprite at Alena's house. After the show, we went to my friend Bianca's house to partake in more beverages. Long story short, I got D-RUNK. Like, 2007 office party drunk. I was in a place I hadn't been i quite a while--and it felt GREAT. The minute I realized I was drunk, I stopped drinking because I knew where it would lead me. I was VERY close to the ugly place, trust me, friends. My filter was gone, leaving me to ruin everyone's life under the guise of being helpful. I did get a friend to finally man up and get a girl's number; I'm a fixer, what can I say. I also woke a one of Bianca's brothers up out of his sleep to say good night and told the other not to touch me because he "didn't know my situation." Issues, I know. So I was a drunkard and have a lot of a...

In case you've been wondering, yes, I am still alive. Barely, but still. I've had 2 emotional breakdowns with only one including violence, which is good by 1999 standards. Nothing really big, just missed my mom on Mother's Day and punched my (ex) friend Quince for making a vomit face at me last week. In hindsight, the punching, while not necessary, REALLY felt good. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. And no, I did not apologize. In the interest of full disclosue, I DID apologize--for missing him and hitting my cousin--but I was still okay with ending the friendship. It was a selfish moment, I admit, but sometimes I deserve those. Anyway, now that I am in a generally good mood, I decided that it was time to really get down to the brass of what's happening in my old noodle: I may need medication. Either that or some Yaz in my life. My emotions are at an all-time low after my cycle and I don't share that for comedic value, I believe it to be the honest truth. Examp...