Blackouts

This morning I woke up on the ground with a puddle of drool by my face. Only half awake, I looked around at my surroundings in utter confusion. I had no idea where I was. Then I realized that I had fallen asleep in the entryway of my apartment with my iPod blaring in my ears. I didn’t remember anything from last night at all… The whole experience reminded of the plot of The Hangover.

Wow, I’m sounding like such a drug addict! I swear to god I’m not addicted to any illegal drugs. I’m probably addicted to caffeine, but other than that I don’t take any other drugs on a regular basis. I promise!

Anyway, so I wake up in the entryway of my house with dried spit smeared all over my face and this stupid, dazed look on my face.

My music is still playing in my ears as loud as it can go. So I turned on my iPod and looked at the songs to see what’s playing and I realize that I had bought 28 new Eminem songs. And they weren’t even good Eminem songs! Pretty much every single one of them was about him raping people and chopping them up into little pieces and drinking their blood.

Now, a normal person’s first reaction to this would probably be something like, “Oh my god! I just spent $36 on music! What am I gonna do?!” *panic attack*

But I am not a normal person. MY first reaction was a little more like this.