My head feels fuzzy...

My head feels fuzzy...

...And I'm thinking it's the late late (early ealy) partying I did on Friday in combination with the late late partying I did last night.....
I feel a little like a raisin and have been drinking water all day in an attempt to regain some sense of being awake and functional.

As I walked home from getting off at the wrong stop (cause I was K.O on the ride home this morning), I had one of those memory lane moments.
I took the bike path as a short cut to get home. The path was covered in autumn colored leaves, and that unmistakable autumn smell. That smell of campfire ashes mixed with dirt and cold air. It is by far my favorite season. I couldn't resist slooshing my heels through all the piles I passed. Kicking the neat piles into oblivion. ...It gave me strange satisfaction.

Last night was a little pseudo staff party between some cosmetic girls and the security boys.

DEBAUCHERY.

I'm just so not used to going out to straight places. I'm a fag hag. We went out on crescent (uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhggg) and got men are grosssssssssss. I had all these old hockey dudes hitting on me and touching me like " oh god step away puh-leeze!". I'm not saying it in a way that I think I'm all that but we all know that old men are little piggies. And like to oogles at girls who don't have a bra on.

I need more water