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[channonyarrow]

Here's what I hate:

Went out with verlaine tonight and had a fine old time (there may have been drunk emailing) and had a plethora of drinks, all of them of the "veeeeery heavy double" variety. On a basically empty stomach.

Actions: would indicate state of inebriation has been achieved.

Feelings: would indicate exactly the opposite. I feel exactly like I normally do, except with a penchant for flirting, greasy food, expansive gestures, the word "fuck" inserted into speech every other word (normally, it's every third) and a slight headache.

I AM ANNOYED. I WANTED TO BE DRUNK. INSTEAD, I AM PARTIALLY SOBER AND PARTIALLY PISSED OFF.

Why is my lightweightness betraying me NOW?

Oh, AND: I left my resume on the table (long story) and we moved to a different table with a group of expats who kindly did not kill me for being not British at all, and this led directly to me having a conversation with someone who, probably, is worse off than me, given that he worked for Washington Mutual. He was nice and all, but now I feel like I should be hiding behind a metal wall, holding a gun, because he KNOWS MY ADDRESS NOW. AND MY NAME. AND MY PHONE NUMBER.

If I disappear suddenly, look among the ranks of former Wamu employees.

Also: I hate Blur. For the record.


EDIT:

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BEST LINE EVER.

I just slit my wrists and had sex with a vampire who broke my heart, he thinks. I am so scene.