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I could die of mortal embarassment right about now.
So, spent the eve with a mate in bondi, space cadetting all over his loungeroom. That morning he introduced me to the wonderful world of NOS. I like this wonderful world, however I have to remind myself that next time this world is available to me, don't eat.
I tasted breakfast twice this morning, all because of a large mcdonalda bag and a misjudged burp.
Needless to say I wanted to curl up into a ball of self-Pity and drown.
Mate took it like a champ, but ways Christ do I feel like an idiot!
So, right now, curling away into a ball of self-inflicted embarassment is a-ok!
I'm off to have a second breakfast, I'm fucking hungry!