So much for chilling out for a while... for some reason I was a total rockstar this weekend. I spent all night Friday getting f*cked up with him...drinking and doing lines until 8 am. That's something I rarely ever do anymore. In fact, I scold all my friends for it when they do it. But I guess I just wanted to stay up with him and do whatever he wanted to do because I hadn't spent any time with him alone in 2 weeks. So, we did that and then went back to his house in the morning where we could finally have each other. We talked a lot in the morning and I stayed there in bed with him until 3:00pm. You don't realize its already afternoon when you don't come home till 8 in the morning! A talk had been long overdue for us, but it wasn't as serious as it should've been. Basically what we both admitted was that we want to be together, and if it was possible--I wasn't engaged, he wasn't trying to date people--then we could definitely see us being together. He also admitted that he really is in love with me. I didn't tell him I was...but I think its obvious. I think I'm in love... what else could make me act so crazy all the time?
Sunday was the Superbowl, and I usually don't drink a lot for that because I always have to work the next day. But he was there and FI had decided to go elsewhere for the game. So, when people started leaving our friend's house afterwards, he and I just kept drinking. We ended up passing out on the floor together. I woke up just in time to call in sick to work and go back to sleep. I stayed there most of the day with him... I called in sick to work because I had been an irresponsible drunk the night before... all so I could be with him again. I'm so out of control right now. I need to get ahold of myself.
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