Well I found out what happened to it. The night before I got on the plane apparently my cousin had given me a couple of strong xanax to calm my nerves before I boarded. Well, it seems I got overanxious and took them right away. I called him from a friends house having apparently lost the ability to drive or use most other essential motor functions, so he picked me up. Well the trick worked really because not only do I not remember getting on the plane to head to Orlando, but I dont remember purchasing a vodka and grapefruit juice at the bar in Atlanta's airport where I had a layover. Wtf, I fuckin hate vodka, and grapefruit juice? Lol try getting me to drink that shit when I have more then one brain cell firing.
I was SURE that I left it at my dads house, which is why I was entirely shocked when he said, "uh, no Joy, you came back and got it that night dont you remember?"
No Dad, no I dont.
I got it back though, but I bet there was 3 weeks of hell on someone having to stare at my truck and couldnt use it. Damn carless people around here.
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You are the funniest person I NEVER met!!!!!
Now if you can only figure out where you left your undies and that cheese grater, eh?
Hehehehe. Nice.
I don’t fear of flying or tigers or snakes or ANYTHING….
BUT.. I am so damn scared of ROACHES! I cant even look at the photo of it. I remembered, I got to burn “Papa Roach” CD cover just because of that.
Your absence is unsettling
does anyone else wonder where this girl is? i miss her interesting life...
Loss of memory is the gift of alcohol. What you've forgotten is probably best forgotten. :)
That is so funny! you certainl live the life of adventure, that is soooo groovy!
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