hopped up on what you mopped up
ok, here's me on saturday night:
*hugs toilet*
"ack...
ACK...
AAAAACCCCK...
ugh....unnnh.....there's no more...NO MORE....STOP....please, stop-AAAAAACCCCK.....no...green stuff."
*sobbing*
repeat about 20 times over several hours.
i guess now i know better than to skip food and water, but instead hit the scotch right away when i wake up from an already vicious hangover. kept me up and running for a good 12 hours though. before the painful dehydrated bile heaving.
so i went to vegas again. wish i had stayed. copying kelly with the rundown:
thursday: meet & greet. drinking. boston friends, brits, buffet, strip club, ass on my head. redbull. second wind. drinking. slot machines, fruit, wolves, david hasselhoff.
friday: GUNS!!! drinking. naptime. bad oysters. kristin and jock boyfriend. ceasar's palace, stupid shoes, traffic. fancy suit for the dancy 'do. drinking. more brits. teenage kicks. jager. oysters' revenge. EVERYONE KNOWS!
saturday: hungover hot tubbin'. desperate search for a bike. the deuce. the desert. the pioneer. road warrior. sticky clutch, throbbing wrist. sonic. intestinal catastrophe. naptime. the aggrolites! dancing, drinking, dancing, drinking till 9am. twats, queefs, english bulldog.
sunday: return of the deuce. downtown buffets. stuffing crab legs in my purse. bye bye to kristin:( stratosphere, buffet, grand mal panic attack. woody to the rescue. walk it off. the rio, the palms, shoe shine, drinking, BOWLING!
monday: sad. sushi factory, all you can eat. casino tour. mandalay, luxor, excalibur, paris, ballys, bellagio, etc. walking. vince neil, howie mendel, parrot guy. new york new york, pork n' beans, ROLLERCOASTER! airplane. furbert.
and the word of the weekend: COOOOOMMMMMBS! also acceptable, DAMN IT, HOLY SHIT.
*hugs toilet*
"ack...
ACK...
AAAAACCCCK...
ugh....unnnh.....there's no more...NO MORE....STOP....please, stop-AAAAAACCCCK.....no...green stuff."
*sobbing*
repeat about 20 times over several hours.
i guess now i know better than to skip food and water, but instead hit the scotch right away when i wake up from an already vicious hangover. kept me up and running for a good 12 hours though. before the painful dehydrated bile heaving.
so i went to vegas again. wish i had stayed. copying kelly with the rundown:
thursday: meet & greet. drinking. boston friends, brits, buffet, strip club, ass on my head. redbull. second wind. drinking. slot machines, fruit, wolves, david hasselhoff.
friday: GUNS!!! drinking. naptime. bad oysters. kristin and jock boyfriend. ceasar's palace, stupid shoes, traffic. fancy suit for the dancy 'do. drinking. more brits. teenage kicks. jager. oysters' revenge. EVERYONE KNOWS!
saturday: hungover hot tubbin'. desperate search for a bike. the deuce. the desert. the pioneer. road warrior. sticky clutch, throbbing wrist. sonic. intestinal catastrophe. naptime. the aggrolites! dancing, drinking, dancing, drinking till 9am. twats, queefs, english bulldog.
sunday: return of the deuce. downtown buffets. stuffing crab legs in my purse. bye bye to kristin:( stratosphere, buffet, grand mal panic attack. woody to the rescue. walk it off. the rio, the palms, shoe shine, drinking, BOWLING!
monday: sad. sushi factory, all you can eat. casino tour. mandalay, luxor, excalibur, paris, ballys, bellagio, etc. walking. vince neil, howie mendel, parrot guy. new york new york, pork n' beans, ROLLERCOASTER! airplane. furbert.
and the word of the weekend: COOOOOMMMMMBS! also acceptable, DAMN IT, HOLY SHIT.