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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