jagged junk heap of jollities
i posted this on a myspace bulletin yesterday, read it over today and decided i'm pretty amused by it:
i was still drinking at about 11am this morning. woke up an hour late for work, plus it took me another hour to get there. spent a decent chunk of my work day curled up in a ball on the conveyor belt, desperately trying to stifle the indecisive ball of vomit that was bouncing up and down my esophagus like a yo-yo. it was also during this time that i realized i smelled like a combination of a 3 day old sunbaked trout and a gin and cigarette butt filled enema bag. this naturally made the supression of the looming, hellish malestrom of everything i put in my body last night a lot more difficult. miraculously, i succeeded. not gonna drink this week. NOT gonna drink this week. c'mon, seriously.
i was still drinking at about 11am this morning. woke up an hour late for work, plus it took me another hour to get there. spent a decent chunk of my work day curled up in a ball on the conveyor belt, desperately trying to stifle the indecisive ball of vomit that was bouncing up and down my esophagus like a yo-yo. it was also during this time that i realized i smelled like a combination of a 3 day old sunbaked trout and a gin and cigarette butt filled enema bag. this naturally made the supression of the looming, hellish malestrom of everything i put in my body last night a lot more difficult. miraculously, i succeeded. not gonna drink this week. NOT gonna drink this week. c'mon, seriously.