And on this night I felt like I have been raped. Like I have been devirginized. Deflowered. Demoralized. Like I have been harshly decorticated from my unaffected charm. Would you believe me? Do I sound convincing?
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This is exactly how I look like when people rape me. Like I try to warp my face in a very grotesque fashion. More like my own way version of a defense mechanism.
Although I do not, in any way (as I am very much convinced) appear horribly disheveled from the looks of these shots, deep inside and deep down there wreaked some tragic havoc as I lunged in that, ughck, drink. When again was the last time I took a sip from a stirring shot glass?
Last Monday? UGHk. Memories I would NOT like to remember. Thanksbutnothankssothankyouverymuch.
So anyway, on this night we all had fun. I somehow, partly, inexplicably enjoyed the alcohol since it's been months already (err, weeks cuz I cheated) since I have been steady on working out with my soberness. In essence I felt like I broke my promise but, gaaah, what the hell! It's not like I crawled at a snail's pace because I got drunk.
THE Lovebirds were also there! Paris &
On my next post. Will still have to finish a case study. Wish me luck!
