oh my god. being a bitch actually works, eh? now i’m gunna get more fun things in the mail. thanks guys.
on another note, i learned a valuable lesson last nite – don’t make your own martinis, eat lobster, have a few beers and a bloody mary, salmon cheese spread and a whole bunch of olives. You’ll barf your head off. I sure as hell did. fuck. I hate barfing so much. it’s quite traumatic for me. I cry and wobble around like an old lady and i scream. it’s truly horrible. you can’t talk to me either when i’m waiting to barf and you can’t pat me on the back. What sucks most about barfing is when you think the nausea is going away so you stand up and then it comes at you so fuckin’ fast and you’re like, wooooah and sit down again. At one point i’m like fuck this i am going to barf and i don’t fuckin care but then i start to wuss out and cry all over again.
anyway, i’m better now. i just haven’t eaten anything yet and i don’t plan to.
i was emailed this picture. it’s from nerve.com this girl looks like me. it is astounding. I’m actually going over in my mind if i’ve ever been wearing whatever it is this broad’s wearing or was so plastered i don’t remember having my picture taken. anyway – see for yourself.
