FFFFFFFFF.
WTV. - pokes at -
I rather smoke a joint than drink.

- shrugs -

I don't like the taste of alcohol. D:

I've only been drunk a few times.
One time I was so drunk.. it was before I dated my boyfriend. But he was driving me and my friends around ( he wasn't drunk driving, just saying. ). We stopped and I got out, and I just fell to the ground and started to hysterically laugh. Apparently I was rolling around, too. LMFAO.

I know that. D:<
The same night my friend, Ricardo, ran towards where he heard people singing Happy Birthday. And he ended up running through water and got soaked. Another night we went to Mcdonalds, and Stu ( my now boyfriend ) wanted some fries. Bianca, my friend, threw them at him while he was driving lmfao. She also threw napkins out of the window and when Stu went to fill up for gas after he dropped us off he found them stuck in his backseat window.

LOL yeah.
But the stories of me high are even better.
Want to hear some?

One time my boyfriend and I were chilling with a friend after he was done work. We were in the back of the restaurant, we smoked a joint. Chilled a bit, then our friend noticed cop lights. We decided to leave, they weren't coming after us. They had pulled over someone in the front of the restaurant. It was late anyways, so we decided to head out.
As we were leaving, a Silver Chrysler Sea-breed, with only a driver, came in to the back of the restaurant.
We thought nothing of it.
We drove a bit then I looked in the mirror and said "that car has been following us." My boyfriend shook his head, saying how I was being paranoid. He turned down a street, the car went straight. We did a U-Turn in a car dealership, went straight and turn right to head in the opposite direction. As went to turn, from the corner of my eye I saw the car do a u-turn in the middle of the road. I started to shit bricks.
My boyfriend assured me that he was just going the same way. I wasn't convince.
We drove for another ten minutes, he was still behind us. My boyfriend pulled in to a Tim Hortons, we were going straight, turned and the car went straight. We went in to the entrance and I sighed out of relief. Then... we went to exit through the other end and the car was at the exit. Waiting. I almost cried. We were freaking out.
My boyfriend backed out, and went in to the parking lot of an grocery store, the same car followed, but went in through another entrance. I pulled my cell phone out. "That's it, I'm calling the fucking cops." My boyfriend pulled out, and then the guy behind us started to flash us. I was about to dial 911 and then his siren went off.
It was a fucking uncover cop.
He followed up around for nearly an hour, then decided to pull us over finally.
He even asked us "so... I'm wondering what you're doing tonight?". My boyfriend was honest and said that he thought he was following us and didn't know he was a cop.
And he let us go.
I wanted to yell at him. It scared me so badly.

Why?
What's wrong?