Today, Maine wrote about the dangers of having a blog that your friends and family know about. I have to agree with him, but then again I don’t really give a shit since I get drunk and tell everyone about the blog. Although, I do remember when my mom finally got a good look at this mother fucker. It was sometime after one of my sisters found my blog for the first time, and I think I had written about getting so drunk I got gangbanged–because, you know, I am classy like that. Well, low and behold, she showed it to my mom who got all the information from Promises–the local rehab. And she started telling me, “This happens to a lot of people–a lot of people we know. Sabrina, you need help”

I remember looking at her before melting into red and flipping out that I wasn’t ready for rehab. I distinctly remember screaming, “I haven’t even snorted coke off a strippers ass. I am so not going to rehab.” After that, she got the hint and we had the whole, creative liberties talk. Also, I had to go to therapy. AWESOME.