Day 286: Screaming Lyrics

How do you sing when you're by yourself? Are you like me? I blast the volume as if I'm attempting to deafen my other ear and scream the lyrics at the top of my lungs and dance like I'm on every drug out there. Honestly, I've considered recording it but I'm pretty sure I would lose every friend I have and my parents would disown me and smear raw meat on me when I am asleep and allow the dog to kill me. That's how horrible it is. You'll basically want to remove the part of your brain that remembers watching it and shove it up your ass.

Day 285: Relationship News, Since it's REALLY YOUR BUSINESS

I had my relationship status hidden from everyone on facebook. I forgot to make it public again after me and Ben broke up. I had hidden it because I didn't want to deal with the drama. Everyone would automatically assume that it had ended on bad terms and either bad mouth me or him or both of us. I didn't want or need that. Neither did he. He didn't do anything wrong. We just weren't meant for each other. I did the breaking up. No tears were spilled. It just wasn't it.

So anyway, not that I give a damn about anyone's opinion but yes, I have indeed gotten back together with one of my exes. Now I started my blog WAY after he and I had broken up. His name is Drew. If you were around before that, you know him. And I don't really give a shit what the peanut gallery may have told you about him and I. If I hadn't fucked it up a year ago, we seriously would have made the perfect couple. I made a whole bunch of shitty mistakes with him and he was right in leaving me. I grew up an assload after we parted ways. I changed. For the better. We're still perfect for one another, but now I'm mature enough for a relationship. I wasn't back then.

Day 284: Things Erin Has Done Whilist Drunk

I had nothing else to blog about today. And everyone has those "One time when I was drunk off my ass, I humped a statue of George Washington stories" so I thought I would share the VERY FEW stories I have from being drunk.

I made a joke that wasn't funny. At all. And proceeded to nearly wet my pants laughing at myself and rolled off the bed.

I ate my weight in pizza. And got way too fucking excited about breadsticks.

I was avidly denying that I was drunk whilist stripping.

I flirted with a MUCH older man. I kept touching his hand and telling him he was "SO FUNNY".

Honestly, when I'm drunk it can either go one of two ways, I either revert back to being a toddler and I think EVERYTHING is hilarious. Including the color of your shirt, the bumps on the cieling and air. Or you have to repeatedly tell me to put my clothes back on and to stop stroking your arm while staring at you in what I think is a sexual gaze when it really just looks like I've licked windows all my life.

Day 283: Once A Year, I hate my life.

I always send out a ton of Christmas cards each year. And When I say a ton, I don't mean ten. I mean like.. close to one hundred. I decided to give one to every person that I work with too. Oh my god. I wish I wasn't a nice person sometimes.

Day 282: Why your relationship is failing.

I know I'd be the last person that anyone would go to for relationship advice, but a year ago, I fucked up a relationship that could have been great because I did everything wrong and it took until someone I dated treating me the same way that I treated that man for me to realize every mistake I've ever made with any of my previous boyfriends, I could point out every single point that the relationship started heading south. I used to flip shit on my boyfriends for little stupid things before they even got the opportunity to explain themselves. I used to throw a fit if they wouldn't respond to a message within twenty minutes. I used to give them no room to breathe. I used to smother them. I used to fall in love too quickly. I used to judge them. I used to let them have no friends. I used to be just perpetually mad at them for one thing for another.

I'm not like that anymore.
But it's too late now.
Everyone changes.
Everyone grows.

Day 281: The One that Got Away.

I hate this song with a passion. Mostly because it hit home.

Day 280: People You Shouldn't Cover. (Dedicated to Lyssa)

So Glee decided to do a Cover of "Sing" by My Chemical Romance. I love My Chemical Romance. One of my favorite people told me about it so I looked it up and also found that the Glee Project or whatever also did one. They were both awful. No one can do My Chemical Romance but My Chemical Romance. Just leave them alone. It's a talent only they have.