Saturday, August 12, 2006
"This flood (this flood) is slowly rising up swallowing the ground Beneath my feet, Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition soI'll swim (I'll swim) as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down And now all I can see are the planets in a row Suggesting it's best that I slow down."
-Jack's Mannequin:Dark Blue
So mission get shit faced was a success, but it's one of those things. Even when you win you lose. I was horrendously hung over all day and repeadedly thanking baby jesus that I did not have work today, because the probability that it would have caused me to have taken another human being's life is very
very high.
I usually refrain from mentioning not so fabulous details on this here journal but seriously ladies I was past the point of no return drunk.
After being dropped off at my house did I...
a) Go straight to bed like a sane and rational person
b) Sat Outside and stared at the stars like the classiest of drunks
or
c) Take a nap on the tiles of the bathroom floor.
So it's not (a) because I'm neither sane nor rational in any way shape or form...and it's not (b) because hey i'm classyness in the can most days but not after downing 12 cranberries and vodka and 4 shots.
That leaves (c)...and I must admit here that cold tile bathroom floors mays just be my new favouritest thing in the whole drunk off my little ass world. <3
5:59 PM
