I am sitting in my room, on my bed, arguing with Chris trying to comprehend what happened last night. I am listening to this amazing remix of sexy Bitch and every time the beat pounds its like a hammer into my head, I am so hungover...I am so hungover that I can't even be bothered getting up to turn the music off so this song is just on repeat. Chris is screaming at me and it really isn't making things any better. I shouldn't be typing though, every time my finger hits a key on the keyboard it's drilling into my brain, my head is saying turn the music off and stop typing...but Owen Wilson is telling me to continue.
I don't remember anything, but I am surprised how much I remember seeing as though I was as fucked as I was. I remember dancing with people leaning against a wall, not knowing who was who, and trying to talk over the music to find out who I was dancing with. I remember pouring my entire flask full of vodka into Jesse's bottle of already extremely alcoholic Sprite and then sculling it. Then I remember climbing onto the roof to urinate into the next door neighbor's yard and the guy in the house looking at me so I waved, then zipped up my fly and walked off the roof...I then remember returning to the roof for a nap...
The drunkest I have ever been was this one time at my mate Linou's house where I was so drunk that I just started crying. I didn't remember it, or I was denying it, I don't know but the next day I just remembered and I just thought 'damn, I was fair fucked last night'. Another really drunk moment of mine was when we were staying at B's beach house, we were drinking and walking through the beach when we started talking about how hot buret's are. You know what they are, those french hats, well we just seemed to be fascinated by how hot they were and how any girl wearing them just look hotter, like if a chick is an eight out of ten, wearing the beret they could go up to a nine, or even a ten.
I know a girl called Meb who seems to wear beret's quite often, she is a good friend of mine but maybe the beret she wears is a sign, maybe she is the one. She may not be the best speller in the world, but she might be the woman of my dreams, disguised in a beret. Well it isn't really disguised, she is in a beret, it's more of a hint.
I'm surprised I could think of so much to write when I felt like such shit. My hangover is pretty much gone now, and I don't feel like shit anymore. Maybe that is another hint, that everything is going to be okay...or maybe I didn't drink enough...no, that can't be it.
I don't remember anything, but I am surprised how much I remember seeing as though I was as fucked as I was. I remember dancing with people leaning against a wall, not knowing who was who, and trying to talk over the music to find out who I was dancing with. I remember pouring my entire flask full of vodka into Jesse's bottle of already extremely alcoholic Sprite and then sculling it. Then I remember climbing onto the roof to urinate into the next door neighbor's yard and the guy in the house looking at me so I waved, then zipped up my fly and walked off the roof...I then remember returning to the roof for a nap...
The drunkest I have ever been was this one time at my mate Linou's house where I was so drunk that I just started crying. I didn't remember it, or I was denying it, I don't know but the next day I just remembered and I just thought 'damn, I was fair fucked last night'. Another really drunk moment of mine was when we were staying at B's beach house, we were drinking and walking through the beach when we started talking about how hot buret's are. You know what they are, those french hats, well we just seemed to be fascinated by how hot they were and how any girl wearing them just look hotter, like if a chick is an eight out of ten, wearing the beret they could go up to a nine, or even a ten.
I know a girl called Meb who seems to wear beret's quite often, she is a good friend of mine but maybe the beret she wears is a sign, maybe she is the one. She may not be the best speller in the world, but she might be the woman of my dreams, disguised in a beret. Well it isn't really disguised, she is in a beret, it's more of a hint.
I'm surprised I could think of so much to write when I felt like such shit. My hangover is pretty much gone now, and I don't feel like shit anymore. Maybe that is another hint, that everything is going to be okay...or maybe I didn't drink enough...no, that can't be it.
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