Oh I am a beast
Well I did me some papering and if I don’t get my coveted A it will mean that I have gone insane w/out realizing and made no sense a’tall for 14 pages. Last night I was so very happily relieved and today I am bitch ugly and want to drink and fight.
So, if you run into me somewhere tonight, (because I now want no part of socializing and that just seems like a really good reason to force myself) and I seem a little buzzed, it’s probably best to just swallow any pride and be conciliatory to me. I have a bad habit of being a REALLY happy drunk until without warning I become extraordinarily vicious. Lon Chaney eat your heart out.
PS No moralizing required, as when these things happen I always hurt myself somehow, and usually pretty badly. It’s like perfect karma in a bottle.
Labels: Booze, Decline, Destruction, Habits, Hatred, Parties, S.A.D.
posted by Stella Magdalen @ 12/20/2008 05:01:00 PM
3 Comments:
big ol hug at you!
barry
You're good people Barry.
Thanks for the thought, it turns out I took a little nap, and suddenly turned all sombre and low key. Which was better than furious. And as a result I did fine.
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