1. A disease, a disorder, or an ailment.
2. An unwholesome condition: the malady of discontent.
No more mac 'n cheese!
Good morning, dear but few readers.
Sorry about that last entry and all. Quite quite shonkered, I was. Is "shonkered" a real word? No? Well, it fits anyway.
We went to The Flame last night. A lovely little lesbian bar in Midtown. Less than a mile from our current apartment, actually. Girls dancing with girls. Couples. Singles. Jennifer Kingston.
Yes. I know none of you know who this is. But this is a girl who somewhat made my life hell in eleventh grade. She was the leader of the lesbian clique... comprised mostly of her, Leeza, Allison, and myself. Any of you remember Alli and how I used to be in love with her? No... I didn't think you did. Anyway... Kingston was there and still the ever-loving camera whore. Dancing. Drinking. Smoking. Taking off random articles of clothing. She said I looked good. I have lost forty pounds and all, yes. But she was there... Blast from my past that I never had expected to come blasting at all. But that's all that there is worth mentioning. She looked mostly the same... just a bit older. La de da...
I like The Flame a lot. I felt... comfortable. Especially after about... ooohh... five shots of tequila. Yeah. Kelly, David, Ashey and I went. All of us work at Fed. Part of the smoke hole crew. David... Straight boy who would make cute babies. Ashley... Straight engaged chick with huge knockers and a penchant for calling me "Sweeatheart: and other random pet names. Twas fun. Twas entertaining. Twas a good time had.
Today? Not really a hangover worth mentioning. But I think I'm sick. My stomach is doing this horrid, horrid "I hate you, Ms. Foy. I think I'll put you through some grotesque nausea." Yeah... Basically a big FUCK YOU. I can right now feel the off-brand mac 'n cheese trying to rise back up to my throat. Not a nice sensation, mind you. And I think I'd like to get some some. A little purging might be in order soon. It wasn't all that great going down in the first place. I'm usually fiercely loyal to my Kraft products.
Kelly's twentith birthday is Wednesday. What am I getting her? Tickets to a play here in Memphis... Bat Boy. I'd give you the premise if I knew what it was... Or if I knew if I was using the term "premise" correctly.
Sick... Ew. Good night.