I feel soo retarded right now.....last night was the worst night ever.
First off, i cannot stomach vicoden. I have a serious problem with the tendon in my left thumb so i have a prescription for them and yesterday i was in immense pain. I decided that i would try to take some PK's and see if it would make it better.
Phase 2: My good friend Craig from work had a going away party last night, and i had to go and say my goodbye, ya know. Then the girl that i am so much in love with shows up at this shindig and i started shaking like the nervous little beeotch that i am.
Phase 3: In an effort to calm me the fuck down (I've seriously got it bad for this girl) my good frien brandon hands me a beer and a joint. I start to feel a little less nervous and start to converse with the most beautiful person i have ever met.....
Phase 4: I start to feel a little nauseous, i motion to the people that rode with me that it might be time to go. They are in the midst of their own mackathons and pay me no mind. I think to myself "hey, maybe if i chill out for a minute..."
Phase 5: I realise that i shouldn't have drank because of the vicoden, i quickly stand up from the bed, throw the girl out of the way and proceed to projectile vomit all over. I've made an ass out of myself again in front of this girl. She will never talk to me again.
SHOOT ME!!!
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-from Macbeth[/]
Not even the Postal Service can cheer me up, i feel so fucking stoopid right now........
First off, i cannot stomach vicoden. I have a serious problem with the tendon in my left thumb so i have a prescription for them and yesterday i was in immense pain. I decided that i would try to take some PK's and see if it would make it better.
Phase 2: My good friend Craig from work had a going away party last night, and i had to go and say my goodbye, ya know. Then the girl that i am so much in love with shows up at this shindig and i started shaking like the nervous little beeotch that i am.
Phase 3: In an effort to calm me the fuck down (I've seriously got it bad for this girl) my good frien brandon hands me a beer and a joint. I start to feel a little less nervous and start to converse with the most beautiful person i have ever met.....
Phase 4: I start to feel a little nauseous, i motion to the people that rode with me that it might be time to go. They are in the midst of their own mackathons and pay me no mind. I think to myself "hey, maybe if i chill out for a minute..."
Phase 5: I realise that i shouldn't have drank because of the vicoden, i quickly stand up from the bed, throw the girl out of the way and proceed to projectile vomit all over. I've made an ass out of myself again in front of this girl. She will never talk to me again.
SHOOT ME!!!
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-from Macbeth[/]
Not even the Postal Service can cheer me up, i feel so fucking stoopid right now........
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~Nightmares~