RECIPE FOR DISASTER:
4mg Xanax
3 Beers
4 Bloody Marys
Meeting new people
In almost no linear order, last night into this
morning:
+ Being too fucked up to recognize that you've spent
no time with the new friend you invited to go to the party with
you.
+ Falling in a restaurant, where you apparently broke two
glasses?
+ Shaming yourself in front of bloggers who you actually
THINK ARE COOL and live in your neighborhood: Jess and Lockhart.
+
Doing push ups to try to salvage some semblance of dignity after
falling. Realizing you can only do one push up.
+ Having to be
escorted home.
+ Waking up 2 hours late for work, only to be able
to sit here and not type properly. Oh. Because you set your alarm
for 8:02PM. Hello.
Damn Democrats for Democracy. I blame them. Political
fuckers.
