this shit is so unfair!
ok, first of all, i'm a fucken saint. we went out with miss m. last night. and i did not drink at all. not a drop. me. therefore i must be a saint. or at least an angel.
miss m. can't drink atm, so i thought i'd be a good mate and struggle along not drinking. which i was (suprisingly enough) able to pull off. yay for me. we walked to the city, met up with a couple of mates of hers and then just showed them around tampere.
i think we walked for something like 6-7km (with high heels!), drank only cranberry juice, water and tea in the bars and then we walked back to my place.
and get this: in the morning, i wake up with this hangover-like physical state. how the fuck does that work?
on top of this, my fucken body decides that today is the perfect day for celebrating it's capability to create a little evil army. so now i'm all cranky and in pain. ouchies. poor lil me.
i think there must be some mint chocolate ice cream in the freezer. that'll help.
miss m. can't drink atm, so i thought i'd be a good mate and struggle along not drinking. which i was (suprisingly enough) able to pull off. yay for me. we walked to the city, met up with a couple of mates of hers and then just showed them around tampere.
i think we walked for something like 6-7km (with high heels!), drank only cranberry juice, water and tea in the bars and then we walked back to my place.
and get this: in the morning, i wake up with this hangover-like physical state. how the fuck does that work?
on top of this, my fucken body decides that today is the perfect day for celebrating it's capability to create a little evil army. so now i'm all cranky and in pain. ouchies. poor lil me.
i think there must be some mint chocolate ice cream in the freezer. that'll help.
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