Nine fucking drinks. What the hell was I thinking?
I have to run a training in the morning. I have to be coherent and presentable by 10. Oh fuck I know what I was thinking I was thinking free drinks what the hell. Maggie's bad for me I swear. And I think she was hitting on me.
I danced too much my feet hurt damned four inch heels great for the office, killer for a night at the clubs.
I can still type on this damned blackberry keyboard that has to be a good sign right? Oh god I am not looking forward to tomorrow, I'm almost positive I'm gonna have my first real hangover. (which is what I say every time I'm hungover)
The goodnews I had a lot of fun and got to try a bunch of new drinks. And I didn't even pay cover at the clubs it pays to have a great rack.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
