I probably shouldnt drink my dinner..
actually now after scarfing a handful of veggie bacon & downing 3 cups of water I think I might just need to switch to screw drivers for dinner & not rum n'cokes.. that I think was my mistake.. the rum..
and making that phone call.. but what can ya do.. other than that I had a pretty good drunk last night.. I wore my ugliest (yet adorable) 60s dress & I met a gang of punk hair dressers in leather jackets & midway through the night I put on a lot of my friend Ambers red lipstick & ate a shit ton of pizza..
I'm a little lost this morning.. but I dont have to work & my main plans for the day consist of getting this damn vcr to work & eating mickey mouse shaped pancakes.. although i do wish I didnt have to make them myself.. what a brat..
yesterday I found an old smiths cd under the couch & listened to it all the way to work screaming the lyrics to the 405 & dreaming of another time.. later in the night I played the same songs on the jukebox & did the same thing in the bar..
It was exactly like this..
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