Ugh. A little bit too much to drink at work last night, and my boss sent me home mid shift. So I wake up this morning and I'm not hungover, not tipsy. I'm literally still drunk. I keep drinking water to quench this thirst that is out to get me, and to think I was doing so well. I even cooked a mad omelet yesterday and tried not to choke my way through it. Carbs. There goes my diet. So it's detox today.
What better way to get back into shape than to starve?
Bloody fucking Jaegermeister.
The truth is, I wasn't even that drunk to start with, but once I stopped drinking, it seemed to hit me all at once. My heels death traps as I tried to balance on them but couldn't. I still can't. Balance. Or be balanced.
I slept in my make up and woke up in it, still beautiful. My hair a tangled mess of washed out sexy curls and ten euros in my bra, where it's been poking at my tit with its rough folded edge all night. I don't know where those came from but. Nah. I don't even know what there is to say anymore other than that sometimes, I don't want to give a shit. I'm tired of worrying about every little thing. I'm sick of always being nice to people, it's such a fucking effort.
And there. I've used up my complaints for today.
So be it folks.
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