The pain of existence

[martinemonster]

I went out last night. Not a big shocker, I know. It was pretty good. Met a few people I haven’t seen for a while, drank some godawful things (like 1/3 of a bottle of cherry wine, blargh!) and had some good conversations till I got too drunk to follow them and went home to my boyfriend. So far so good, right?

Well, this morning I woke up hung over and with a massive attack of post-drunkenness anxiety. This is also business as usual for me, so I didn’t completely freak out. I did, however, put on the outfit I was wearing last night and mentally prepared for the Sunday morning walk-of-shame home. It was as expected. Nicely dressed people on their way home after a wedding passed me as I stumbled, in my very short skirt, unstable on my high heels and with a cleavage like no other, onwards. And then it happened. Then a bird flew by and shat on me. That’s right. A bird shat on me. In my hair.

I feel this day is going to suck.

Comments

[aj-stalin.livejournal.com]

honey... I am absolutely not laughing. I fear I might pull a muscle from the effort, though. I feel for you! I'm wearing socks that make me look like Kermit. (Yes they're green.) Looking forward to tomorrow. When we shall talk. And frolic. And rump.



PS: Look at icon.

[martinemonster.livejournal.com]

It's okay. I'm surviving the horror of it... :(

Might have to be lateish when we talk and stuff tomorrow. I'm due at the hospital after work. Big family-support thing.

I miss you!!!!