Sunday, August 16, 2009

Death Becomes Her.

Dear Readers,

I am still drunk from last night. Saltine crackers and Gatorade are the body of Christ for me right now. I'm never, ever drinking again. I know I said that 2 weekends ago, but I swear I mean it this time. Until my hair stops hurting and the brightness of the sun doesn't make me want to DIE, I will be on a writing hiatus until my brain can normally function again. Thanks for reading.


P.S. If u see an angry little liver around 111 Minna, please give it back to me, thnx.


Anonymous said...

Me too Abijail...

Me too.

The worst was getting that sour (?) taste in your jaws... I pulled over to the side of the road and oh wow did I feel better after doing what I will refrain from going into detail with.

(Am I even making any sense???)

Woke up... thought I was fine... got out of bed and oh goodness... B-A-D ©MJ!

I seriously do not believe that I will ever again (honestly). I was talking to myself on the way home...

"Oh Jesus, please let me get home."

Cannot wait for this to pass. Having headaches daily... I do not know why in the world I contributed to their severity.

Should have stuck to what I know.

(That French toast did not help either)


DJ CMC said...

poor abi! you kinda just disappeared on Saturday, BEST FUCKIN NIGHT EVER!

Frankie said...

I hope you're feeling better, you still look gorgeous anyhow!

Mouf.Peace said...

lol thanks frankie cuz i felt like DEATH inside