Thursday, March 24, 2011

Dawn of the Dead after Beer

     I am dying. Headaches and nausea. The world swims before my eyes while I look for convenient places to launch my lunch from my suffering stomach. I’ve been told this is my first hangover.
     I am not being dramatic. I’ve said it before, and you people have proven me correct time and time again-You are all crazy.
     Is this a ritual to initiate unsuspecting new mortals like me? Is it supposed to be this painful?  Well it’s not funny.
     At least no one painted me like they did Peter. The smell of Sharpie Markers and peach lip gloss turn my stomach, over and over and ov….(urp!)
      Screw this. I’m going back to bed.

Photo by:Michal Marcol/

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