Post V-Day Apocalyptica
I had the best Valentine’s Day last night. I went over to another girl friend’s apartment; got loaded on cheap champagne; smoked ourselves silly; ate an entire bag of Dove chocolates and enough fun-size M&M packets to feed an entire third grade class; sent scandalous photos of myself to the boy for V-Day fun and for the sake of “doing something” together on International Couple’s Day; watched a guy send the wrong naked photos of another girl to my friend; nearly sent said wrong naked girl photos to a random person and cemented a place for the both of us in the hottest, deepest ring of Hell with poolside seats near the lava; traded neurosis; and watched the Fleet Week episode of SATC, because there’s nothing better than a man in his dress whites uniform, mmm, mmm, GOOD.
It has been abnormally hard to wake up and get moving today. I played…and now I’m paying. Hope your night was just as eventful, and your morning just as painful.