i am somewhere between two and three on this scale. i’m tired, headachey, and cranky, but i’m making it work for me. the dark mood and the pain around the edges of my brain — it’s the perfect psychic space for me to be coming from. i meant to do this, ok?
i know i’m not making an incredible amount of sense, but trust me i know what i’m doing here. it’s all part of my nefarious plan.
i’d give you a big, ol’ hug but, well, umm… i’m deathly afraid of other peoples vomitus. so i’m MENTALLY hugging you, trying to suck the tired, headachy-ness outta you… keep the cranky. cranky is useful. staring crankily at people, with one eyebrow raised, is powerful mojo…
be glad we are not related. i have PHOTOS of my sister, sitting on the floor in front of a toilet, singing and barfing… I AM THE OLDEST! see me BLACKMAIL!
{VBESEG}
singing and barfing? at the same time? how the hell does one manage to keep that happy foolish drunken singing thingy going during a round of barfing?
your sis must be totally epic.
I hate that when the woman sings and barfs and expects me to hold her hair back.
how many beers did you have last night?
it still wasn’t enough since you won’t play my game
you know, D.A.R.E. never worked on me, I still enjoy peer pressure.
You ARE nefarious. And benevolent. I’ve seen it in writing somewhere…
i drank all of them, Jason. every single one.
and yes, my nefariousness is infamous, isn’t it?
Well I hope you enjoyed the liquor, hangovers are just not it for me.
Lotsa greasy eggs and sausages and pancakes will cure that hangover, that’s a scientifically proven and commonly known fact. The Dennys dish “Moon Over My Hammy” is great for hangovers. MMmmmmmm.
could be worse I suppose.