This is not a metaphor for love
I woke up.
My head was spinning.
I had no appetite. (No want to eat even, nothing seemed edible.)
I couldn’t remember of the details of the night before (travel from point A to point B, when I made it home), but I could remember the feelings.
But I learned a few important lessons:
1) Don’t let Brandon make your drinks for you.
2) Don’t mix champagne with anything, but especially beer and brandy.
3) Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup is not just for children.
(*note... this is clearly my stupidest entry yet. logan, the bar has now been set.*)
My head was spinning.
I had no appetite. (No want to eat even, nothing seemed edible.)
I couldn’t remember of the details of the night before (travel from point A to point B, when I made it home), but I could remember the feelings.
But I learned a few important lessons:
1) Don’t let Brandon make your drinks for you.
2) Don’t mix champagne with anything, but especially beer and brandy.
3) Campbell’s Chicken Noodle soup is not just for children.
(*note... this is clearly my stupidest entry yet. logan, the bar has now been set.*)
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posted by M S Martinez at 10/25/2005 03:48:00 PM
1 Comments:
see what happens when you stop writing? you get rusty.
i was going to make a comment about a certain "writer" we know... but this is the internet and i would rather not have that haunt me for the rest of my life.
no, i am not talking about ghostwriter.
THABTO!
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