I should brush my teeth
I'm not sure if I'm hung over or still drunk. It's coming in waves. Last night, Pearce and I hit the pubs. We got delightfully pissed, spent exhorbitant amounts of money, and were slapped by strippers. Not necessarily in that order. Or maybe it was. To be honest, I can't really remember. All I do know is that I woke up at his flat on the parlor room floor. After some coffee I was much better, but all I received from Guy when I asked if he wanted any was a grunt as he proceeded to pull a pillow over his head.
Helena asked if I wanted to join her and some of her friends for dinner, but the mere thought of food is very distasteful at present, so she went on without me. Instead I settled in for my weekly ritual of watching "Sex and the City" on satellite. Carrie, you better choose Big. DAMNIT! That artist bloke is so bloody pretentious! I know this because I myself am pretentious and have my bachelorhood to prove it. ARGH! Also, all Samantha took off tonight was her wig. I think I missed some valid plot points when my mind wondered to how wonderful it would be to massage Sarah Jessica Parker's feet.
I have no more to report so I'll stop there. I know you're all disappointed.
Helena asked if I wanted to join her and some of her friends for dinner, but the mere thought of food is very distasteful at present, so she went on without me. Instead I settled in for my weekly ritual of watching "Sex and the City" on satellite. Carrie, you better choose Big. DAMNIT! That artist bloke is so bloody pretentious! I know this because I myself am pretentious and have my bachelorhood to prove it. ARGH! Also, all Samantha took off tonight was her wig. I think I missed some valid plot points when my mind wondered to how wonderful it would be to massage Sarah Jessica Parker's feet.
I have no more to report so I'll stop there. I know you're all disappointed.