I went out last night. I got very, very drunk.
I wore: a chopped-off denim miniskirt, fishnet tights, knee-high boots, a t-shirt with a cowgirl on it, a military-looking jacket, and silk roses in my hair. I looked like a fight between
Delirium, a prostitute, and the 1980s.
I drank: a lot.
I fell over: twice.
I got home: late.
I fell asleep: with the light on, and most of my clothes too.
Now I feel: like hell.
happy day-after-st-patrick's-day, everyone.