yay.
today is my last day of work.
god.
i'm really counting down the hours.
like what in the world possessed me into thinking that
little bit of extra cash could make up
for all the fun and laughter that
my friends can give me.
never again.
went for the bbq last night.
arghhh.
i'm really tempted to vow never to touch alcohol again.
but i know better than to say that.
but really...
its going to be a long time before i'm touching
that vile stuff again.
its like 4 plus in the afternoon,
and i'm still feeling the effects of last night's alcohol binge.
and if its bad now,
this morning was the pits.
my stomach was like rolling.
and when i woke up at like 8 to get ready for work,
i did everything wrong.
haha.
seriously.
yes.
i didnt look properly
and i used the toothbrush that the cleaner uses to like
scrubb the sink to brush my teeth,
and only halfway through brushing did i realise that
the bristles were like particular uncomfortable.
like omg
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
there were like black patches on the friggin toothbrush.
i darent even think about what the hell
was growing on it.
we wont be surprised if i get admited into the hospital
next week for like some oral fungal infection la.
wtf.
and i wore my shirt inside out, and facing the wrong way.
luckily, i wasnt too high to not be vain..
and i realised my mistake when i went to preen in front of the mirror.
and i've discovered that when you're hungover,
even the mild, trembly movement of the mrt can cause your
stomach to churn in protest.
i think people thought i was some weird attitude freak,
cause i kept sighing
(pretty loudly too i think, since i was listening to music so i couldnt hear how loud i was sighing)
and there was this permament tortured look,
etched on my face.
its alot better now.
the qeasiness is wearing off.
and now, i can actually look at the computer screen without
feel the urge to retch.
haha.
drinking is a vice.
and it doesnt even taste good.
why oh why.
anyways.
i'm gonna stop here.
i'm feeling sick again.
byeeeeeeeeeee.
Tonight I've fallen and I can't get upI need your loving hands to come and pick me up.