onsdag 19 november 2008

Jeanette is full of regrets.

Somebody invited me over for dinner last night. The apartment was just pure perfection, minimalistic, arty and just, breathtakingly gorgeous. The dinner was beautiful too.
I drank too much. Puked like a racehorse etc. Don't want to know what the bathroom looked like after I'd left.

The worst thing didn't happen until I came home. I started writing to people on facebook.
2 bizarre status updates wasn't enough. (Jeanette is drunk. Jeanette is puking) I was smart enough to start messaging people. Some of them were just..too wrong.

I don't want to exist today. Not today.

I feel deeply sorry for those people who had the unpleasant pleasure of meeting me yesterday.

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