Dude, I found my truck~

Well I found out what happened to it. The night before I got on the plane apparently my cousin had given me a couple of strong xanax to calm my nerves before I boarded. Well, it seems I got overanxious and took them right away. I called him from a friends house having apparently lost the ability to drive or use most other essential motor functions, so he picked me up. Well the trick worked really because not only do I not remember getting on the plane to head to Orlando, but I dont remember purchasing a vodka and grapefruit juice at the bar in Atlanta's airport where I had a layover. Wtf, I fuckin hate vodka, and grapefruit juice? Lol try getting me to drink that shit when I have more then one brain cell firing.

I was SURE that I left it at my dads house, which is why I was entirely shocked when he said, "uh, no Joy, you came back and got it that night dont you remember?"

No Dad, no I dont.

I got it back though, but I bet there was 3 weeks of hell on someone having to stare at my truck and couldnt use it. Damn carless people around here.