I gave the baby to science.
I think I am going to invent 34 words for hungover so my blog doesn't seem so repetitive...like eskimos have so many words for snow, get it class? I am taking suggestions for words; I just want to come up with definitions. Today is a ten minute boozy headspin gutrot gross alcohol sweat smell day.
Gross. I used to know/fool around with this guy who drank so much that when you got close to him you could always smell this horrible sour milk smell on his skin. We kinda had sex but I sorta don't count him or it as real because
1. He always had whiskey dick and so never came or even stayed hard for long.
2. It's gross and I like to pretend it never happened.
Once I eat and shower my hangover symptoms will be gone. I am scared paranoid that I am that smelley alcoholic tho now. Maybe I'll quit drinking for a week again but not next week, I dunno when.
Okay I want to point out right now how annoying it is when you are depressed and people are like duh alcohol is a depressant and you drink too much-that's why-problem solved-simple. I am not at all depressed lately and I consume gross amounts of alcohol. SO THERE DOCTORS!
That's joke in case you can't tell. Well, not a big joke. It's a mini joke in a truth.
So I come from a small town and even tho I havn't lived there in over a year and won't be moving back till I am an old lady, people who arent my friends from there read my blog because obviously I am endlessly fascinating. Anyway, here's something funny;
In my cafe press store I have one shirt for sale thats says "I got pregnant at*insert name of local bar here*
p.s. I decided that I am not really THAT dizzy hungry style hungover. It was just that picture of the hot dog stand I was looking at was making me hungry and dizzy.
p.p.s. CHECK IT OUT! AMANDA'S CAT TOTALLY SAT IN THIS GIANT TIGER BAG FOREVER!
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