Surgical steel
On Friday, I cried in front of a professional acquaintance for the first time in my life. (The fact that said acquaintance was responsible for occasioning this grief may have had something to do with this).
In an attempt to retain some semblance of dignity and control of the situation, I proceeded with the conversation as though everything was just hunky dori. This was a mistake. I just couldn’t believe the sounds emanating from my mouth. I completely, totally lost the ability to control volume, pitch, speed and general vocal-chord function. Like an old tape that has been played way too many times.
Oh and later that night, I got really drunk and then accidentally ate my lip ring along with my double-meat-with-the-lot kebab. I’m worried the damn thing is going to lodge itself in my intestines and I’ll die a slow, horrible death.
In an attempt to retain some semblance of dignity and control of the situation, I proceeded with the conversation as though everything was just hunky dori. This was a mistake. I just couldn’t believe the sounds emanating from my mouth. I completely, totally lost the ability to control volume, pitch, speed and general vocal-chord function. Like an old tape that has been played way too many times.
Oh and later that night, I got really drunk and then accidentally ate my lip ring along with my double-meat-with-the-lot kebab. I’m worried the damn thing is going to lodge itself in my intestines and I’ll die a slow, horrible death.