Moving Day
August 14, 2002 - 11:49pm
So Mom is watching me unpack stuff today (she was actually very helpful setting stuff up but I'm one of those that likes to set everything up myself) and I pull out my trusty Barcardi bottle, sans actual Barcardi, of course.
Mom's all, What's that?
It's my bottle.
Where'd you get it? A party?
Yeah sure.
Here at UGA or at home?
Actually neither.
Can you get in trouble for that?
Because I may have drank the contents at one time? Of course not. *grin*
I mean, you really can't tell your mother that you keep a certain alcohol bottle around, one that you basically took care of by yourself, as a reminder to not almost give yourself alcohol poisoning again.
She would worry.
God, I swear I'm not a alcoholic. Everyone is totally getting the wrong impression of me now...
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Oh well. It's not as if most of you didn't know I am evil already.
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