haters be hatin

its been four days since that fateful night. just another drunk girl trying to get by. ive come to realization that drunk girl is in fact, not invincible girl. in the bowels of buell st. i lost my footing.. my dearest friend nate clark told me i was fine.. little did he know I GONE DON BROKE MA FOOT. and so the story begins...


it is the little things in life that make it goddamn not worth it. first off.. there are only like three handicap spaces near the davis center.. ya thats right.. i got me dat VIP handicap pass. WHAT OF IT. second.. you need a key to the elevator? fuck that noise it gets jammed half the time and my rolly chair gets stuck in the gaps.people always be leaving shit in there.. ITS MA HOUSE and simpson is elevator-less?! jesus christ is just adding on to the fact that my life is in shambles .  third.. ITS FUCKING BLIZZARDING OUT do you know whats its like to slip and eat shit with crutches? no you dont. and if you do, god bless your soul. there is no such thing as a graceful fall and easy get up.. thats for damn sure

also i cant help it if i cause a ruskus when im coming in and out of rooms, walking down halls, etc.. sorry for having a conversation bridget but i have my own problems. shut your slut mouth. POP POP MOFUCKA


thankfully the ever so wonderful baby murs has come to my rescue as the SLAVE.. slave will also be posting on this since she knows and understands the struggles of a crip first hand.. one of her best findings, yet many, would be the invention of a new and important mode of transportation.. the rolly chair. for those of you who think well shit this girl is just lazy.. fuck off. i ache from head to toe. all and all let the shame and commemoration  of my struggles be known

If you think this will stop drunk girl from this weekends festivities YOU BE DAMN WRONG. try to keep up with me YOU WONT.

<3 pimp with da gimp