Right now, I feel like that chick you knew in college. You know the one. The one that had the best intentions when she would go out. She was going to be a good girl and not drink but after she's finally talked in to doing a shot of Goldschlager she goes fucking nuts and starts pounding back the drinks, jumping on tables, screaming to her friends as they walk by, freak dancing with some forty year old business men drinking scotch on the rocks, flashing her tits after her eighth Buttery Nipple. She wakes up in the morning, unsure of where she is, stomach churning from the heavy drinking. Mascara and eyeliner smeared around her eyes; thong crumpled on the dingy carpet of another anonymous apartment; carpet burns on her wrists and some stranger's semen dried to a crust on the tribal sun tattoo that she got on her back during another drunken crawl in Cancun.
THAT'S what I feel like right now from my food orgy tonight.
I had three slices of a medium Meat Lover's Pizza, five boneless Honey BBQ chicken wings, and about six of those new potato thingees Pizza Hut has. I figured, "what the fuck". I'm going to go back to being a diet Nazi tomorrow.
I wonder if the chick from college had a smile on her face too when she finally rolled out of that squeaky bed and stuffed her pink thong back into her cute little purse.
Peace and chicken grease, bitches.
- 8/26/2005 8:48:34 AM
I'm going to try MSN Spaces for a while. I've had blogger before, but there seem to be more features here. Good blog!