Somewhere out there lays a fish out of water. I drank enough water today to power a small dam. I have not had a hangover of this magnitude since last New Years when I decided to recreate some of Pollock's masterpieces along New York City's already dingy sidewalks.
Another vodka-tonic & Happy New Year were my favorite phrases of the night. I lost count at four drinks and two shots of nauseatingly sweet kamikazes. I think I may have said something yesterday about taking oh-nine by the C.O. Jones and making it my biatch and I will; starting on 01/02/09 because I am seriously wounded this morning and the remnants of 8 are still cradling mine.
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