I groaned at the alarm going off. I hit snooze. I need at least five more minutes of sleep. Last night was so irresponsible of me. Worst decision I ever made. All that damn drinking. I admit it was fun. I rubbed my eyes. Once I opened them. A huge wave of pain comes through my temple. I turned over closing my eyes back shut. Never mind I regret everything. I laid there for 8 more minutes.
My phone starts to buzz. It's the alarm again. I squint my eyes looking at the phone. It's only 4pm. I'm not done packing. My flight is less than 6 hours. I forced myself up. The dizziness slaps me in the face.
"Fuck I'm still drunk" I looked over at my nightstand for some Advil.
I shake out two pills. I downed them without water. I usually don't do that but I need something. I groaned one more time getting out the bed. Dragging myself to the bathroom. I turned the light on. I stared at myself in the mirror. I look a damn mess.
I sat in the shower soaking in the water. This is very stimulating. Realizing I still have to pack. I put some pep in my step. Scrubbing every crevice. I finished my routine. Quickly I wrapped my towel around me.
Now I have to figure out what to wear. I walked over to my closet. Turning the light on to a disaster. Clothes scattered everywhere. I scoffed at this scene. I find a sports bra and bikers. I threw that on. I rushed back in the bathroom to fix my hair. Decided to go for a middle part. I posed in the mirror making sure its a look. It is. I ended up taking some flicks.
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I posted this on my story. I'm not active on social media like I was on Youtube . But Gwen said I have to "Get My Face Out There More". Whatever the hell that mean. She ended up being right though. Taking her advice, my followers went up 20k. And of course the brand deals. Who knew I was marketable for Cover Girl. Those people dropped a pretty penny on me.
Looking at the time its 5pm. I went over to my unfinished suitecase. I have everything I'm packing in a pile. And honey it's a lot. Putting my things in. My phone rings. I answered.
"Hello" I shuffled somethings around in the suitecase.
"Mal great job on posting without me telling you" I realized its Gwen.
"Oh Gwen" I sneered.
"How's packing going? Thinking about it sounds like hell" She asks
I put the phone on speaker and made scuffling sounds.
"Sound like its going fine" She chatters.
"Gwen I will hang up" I warned.
"Get your panties out of a bunch I'm here to give you some deets" I paused on packing.
