Surprisingly, for as plastered as I was last night (which was pretty much at "one more sip and I'll pass out" levels), I'm not hungover at all. My throat is sore and I'm tired, but that's it.
Today's song of the day: Gold Digger. (insert part where i'm supposed to bitch about the censorship of songs and why do they bother playing it if they're going to bleep everything out...really though my issue is that if you're going to make a fantastic song, just make a crappy radio version as well)....
One interesting thing to note...
I think smoking is nasty. I mean, WAY nasty. I've done it a few times, all drunk, and really just to keep me warm while standing in line in the freezing snow going to a bar. However it's just gross, and it's gross to be around people who smoke. And kissing a smoker? I'd rather lick my toilet clean.
Last night there was this dude who kept stopping to talk to me (bragging about some computer crap until i was like "hey jackass, we both have the same degree so you can stop your boasting now"), and with all honesty if I were single I probably would have spent more time chatting with him. Later though I saw him outside, smoking, and I was like "EW you are so vile!"...
Which brings me to my point: granted in California the entire time i've lived here, there's been no indoor smoking but pretty much the entire time i've been here I was "taken" so picking up guys wasn't a high priority.
But back in Ottawa, you could still smoke in bars at the time...and at least back then, if you're gonna hook up, you could at least distinguish the smokers from the nonsmokers. It's almost DECEITFUL to me that you can chat it up with a girl and turn out to be a smoker. You might as well tell me that you have a prosthetic penis or something.
In other news...
Somehow my right leg is ALL gashed up, which makes no sense because in my drunkeness, I KNOW that i didn't trip...i mean, i've got WELTS. And they hurt. No idea what I did last night that would have prompted that.
I have NO voice. That's probably the crappiest part about going out...my voice already sounds like a teenage boy's voice...whenever my family used to call the house, they'd think I was my brother (to this day they probably wouldn't recognize it), I know i gripe about a ton of stuff about myself but at least those are all things that are modifyable (even if by surgery)...there's not much i can do about my voice but let it be known, deep down, i'm so insecure about it and it's lack of femininity kills me. And now it's all raspy, so i sound like some 90 year old smoker.
Greaaattttt....
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