Ouch. My. Head. Hurts. At the risk of turning this into a MisSHAPES fan site, I'm gonna give it up once again to whoever runs that party. Sure, I was forced to leave by the DJ's decision to play Underworld's "Born Slippy" at 3:30 a.m. A stupid rookie move if ever there was one. But he also played "Crash" by The Primitives... an obvious yet totally unexpected treat that rocked the house. It was time to go anyway. I was such a wasted mess that the drugs weren't even working anymore (maybe I should be glad... I could've ended up like this guy).
The spousal unit hooked me up with Bloody-Mary healing when I awoke (at 2:00 p.m.) on Sunday. I had to drink myself right back into fighting shape so I could yell at the TV while our friends tried to watch Six Feet Under. I enjoy interacting with the television. It's fun to tell people how stupid they are, how big their tits look in that top, or how Alexis is totally going to slap them across the face any minute now. Speaking of TV personalities, Weezie from The Jeffersons died. Is Marla Gibbs next!?! Anyway, this was all a long-winded way of saying Sweet Jesus on the Cross I am so fucking hung over.
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