Like a Pony : JessieKitty.org's Personal Blog

I'm so hung over, I swear to god I'm dying. I'm sick of being a moron and killing myself with hard booze, so again I'm ordering myself: no more liquor in the house for a month or more. Just beer. Dammit dammit dammit. Laying here on the couch writhering, crying, puking in a bucket, and screaming for Joe (who never woke up) has been a GREAT TIME! Woohoo! I don't know if I could have achieved this level of pleasure, if it weren't for the fact that its like 80 degrees in this apartment, AND I had no drinking water. Thanks, lady luck!

Im so not gonna be able to do my workout today... I did it hungover, yesterday, and it made me feel really faint and dizzy and wierd, and that's yucky.

Once again, I'd like to remind the general public that I'm not goth, having dark hair doesn't make me goth, and I am greatly distressed by that misconception. So stop it.