Too old.
It occurs to me that I am too old to be coming home in the morning from a night out. No really, far far far too old. And too suburban, far far far too suburban. But mostly too old.
posted by fatmammycat at 1:39 p.m.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
It occurs to me that I am too old to be coming home in the morning from a night out. No really, far far far too old. And too suburban, far far far too suburban. But mostly too old.
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- Name: fatmammycat
- Location: Ireland
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
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13 Comments:
Puppy tongue!
You're not too old to stay out all night, FMC. You just need more recovery time, sports drink and vitamins.
I need to kill someone healthy and steal their organs and/or blood. I am cross-eyed with gimpyness.
I knew medical students who used to hook themselves up with a saline drip to cure the dreaded hangover. They swore it worked.
Oh the thought of coming home at dawn wearing a nice dress and heels sound so romantic!! Aw!
I always thought it would be good if someone started up a system where you temporarily swap organs , like with a Buddhist monk for example. They could spend-say-Christmas cleansing your liver and while you clogged up theirs. Then swap back at the end of holiday period.
The Cleanse-Clog programme. I'm sure it's got legs.
Walk of shame this morning, eh?
I was too old about 5 years ago......Haven't been home later than 3 since then......I hate myself now of course....
"far far far too suburban"
Were there curtains twitching in the neighbourhood then?
Whoopeee! Party on, fmc!
Walk of shame indeed. You know it's gut wrenchingly vile when you're sitting in the back of a taxi in your going out clothes and it's sunny and you can see people jogging and getting the papers. All you can do is envy their night's sleep and damned perkiness.
But what ho, today is another day and I have slept near enough to ten hours. Amazingly enough, I no longer feel like runny poo.
Would the afternoon be more suitable praps?
Only if it was dark.
To me it sounds like you had a good time :)
It was good, Eva, but if only I had shoes I could click together to transport myself home. Walking outside into the bright and hailing a taxi...yack.
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