Day 65
It would help if I could see straight, promise to write a coherent piece in the morning, blame heartache or booze, whichever, it's hard to keep track.
All I know is that there were a lot of people dancing, mulitple bottles of white and an overwhelming feeling of guilt at having not done a damn thing with my day besides put on goth-ish makeup compliment a drag queen and feel sorry for myself. All in all a typical day. Details tomorrow my possums when I wake up and realize that I am not a fairy princess who has beautiful prince on a white horse riding up to her. Shit, maybe it'd be best to not wake up tomorrow, seeing as there wouldn't be any prince riding up just a massive headache and a hankering for eggs and cheese.
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