I'm doing just that. Granted, I feel less phenomenal than I did prior to yesterday, but I've decided I'm still fucking super. In one way or another.
I went to the Dodgy Roger last night, in anticipation for an intoxicating evening. But I didn't feel the need to get trashed what with so much in my head as it is, and the fact that, well, I think I ate an off banana.
Tis true. I knew there was no going back after the consumption of the aforementioned phallic fruit. Like an old woman, I sat at the Roger with sore legs and a back, and a bad stomach. I haven't had sex - you'd be the first to know if I had - so one wonders why I feel like I did some rough loving. Perhaps it's cos I got screwed out of feeling great yesterday. One can only assume. Or that I carried a stack of heavy groceries up to my flat.
But I digress. Tonight I'm going to a random party where I don't know many people. There will lots of men there. We will be drinking from squeezy bottles. It's going to be messy. I can't wait.