Message from inside the doghouse

Oh my god. I feel absolutely sick to my stomach.

I called Rebecca yesterday afternoon to do a courtesy apology for getting drunk at her boyfriend's apartment on Saturday. I didn't think she was upset with me, but I felt that I should call her anyways to double check. Then again, I don't really remember leaving her boyfriend's place Saturday night so I don't really know how things ended.

I left her a message and she never called me back.

I need girlfriends so badly, I need them 100 times more than a boyfriend. This was our second time hanging out. I thought her and Maddy were very cool. It would have been nice to be friends with them. I'm in the process of moving inside Atlanta city limits and they are some of the few people I know there.

Crap. Crap. Crap.

It's not like I set out to get drunk. Normally I'll decide how much I'm drinking before I go out. Beer is my alcohol of choice because it keeps me sane and I usually end up with a pleasant buzz. I drank 12 on an empty stomach and I didn't even realize it until the next day.

I wonder if this has anything to do with the whore episode.

I am going to feel so guilty if she really is upset with me. I need to make new friends and it isn't starting out that well.