That bitch, Ava, is after leaving me with the worst bitch of a headache I have experienced in all my days. Oh, I love her, I do, and that will always be true, but it takes a special kind of bitch to pop a paper bag right next to a hungover person's ear. From what dark depths of malice did she drag that idea!? Oh fuck, I am not in the mood to talk to you people, I don't even know why I started writing this. I'm going to bed. I don't care how early it is. I just hope those damn trees stop rattling my window.
Reach out.
"the worst of all will be hung from the trees"
ReplyDeleteThat one was a little more... obvious... in the sentence manipulation. Be careful, Ray.
ReplyDeleteLittle more obvious? Ryuu, I believe you've won today's understatement award.
ReplyDeletePain does similar things to your A-game as being drunk, from experience. And sleep deprivation.
ReplyDeleteOf course, I've never been drunk..
Not all it's cracked up to be, Nekhs. You usually end up doing something fantastically stupid that you have to apologize for, you puke, pass out next to the toilet, and wake up in the morning feeling like you've been hit by a bus while Rob Zombie and Alice Cooper have a concert right next to you with the sound going full blast.
ReplyDeleteWell, I can't stand the smell of alcohol anyway. But that sounds about like the end result of pulling an all-nighter on 4ish hours of sleep. If more energetic, and potentially less hostile.
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