the day after.

I'm singin' the day after birthday blues. not only is it no longer my special day, but now i have the hangover that sends me reeling back to my 21st birthday. i had no car, so i walked home this morning, which was about two or so miles. i passed by wads of trash, medicinal bottles, syringes, baby diapers, dog shit, and a sweet sunglasses case with a selection of large bright red pills inside. Sweet find! I'm in my typical streetwalker look, so there's no way that the word "shacker ho" isn't stapled onto the back of my greasy head. oh and it's raining, so i stole an umbrella from bottletree and it's, of course, broken. during my walk, i realize that my dress is somewhat see-through and that i forgot to put on my underwear. speaking of, i don't even remember having sex last night, but I do recall the word "TEETH" being shouted at me. I threw up my expensive dinner. also, last night, I ran into a heather riddell who i have a hazy recollection of from high school....we embraced each other like we were long lost fraternal twins separated at birth. i'm a mess. and i really really want chick-fila right now. so, ta-ta.