So at a certain point in a woman's life, she usually stops behaving like a wild teenager, she stops going out all night, drinking herself into oblivion on a random Tuesday, she doesn't show up to work smelling like alcohol, nursing a terrible hangover, she manages to keep her dinner down, she can explain all the bruises and random sore spots on her body, she's able to be productive and concentrate on her work, she's able to recall the events and conversations of the previous night, and she basically carries herself with at least a modicum of self-respect, self-control and self-possession.
I, sadly, have yet to reach that point.
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Speaking of being bruised during a wild night out, I have not seen you in a while. Miss you.
Scott :)
Can you invite me next time on your wild night excursions??? pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Growing old is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
Good god I hate that feeling, when you can just feel the fumes of alcohol wafting off of you and with each pulse of your throbbing head, you are just sure it will explode. But hell, the night before was fun!!!
Hope you are feeling much better:)
Chris
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sadly?
Hello? Is anybody there? You certainly can't keep your readers waiting a post for this long, darling. Come on, now, dish the dirt & give us something to enjoy. I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere & the only thing that keeps my mind ticking over is your crazy post & the various ways in which I can insult you afterwards! Sorry, but it's true. I think that I really do live vicariously through you sometimes. Please, please, please tell me whose on your "shit list" this week!!!! I can't handle the wait any longer!!!
waitng for more action....
I think I'm 1/2 way there. & It scares the hell out of me.
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