Even Angels Fall.

Sometimes, just sometimes I am knocked from my pedal-stool way up there in the clouds and make a mistake. I think because of the fall being from so high, the mistake always ends up making a big imprint of my body in the dirt, on the ground when it lands. Ugh.

I drank a bit and words came out my mouth at an alarming speed. In other words I acted like a total bitch to a friend of mine. The hang-over has begun before it even had the chance to physically start. On the bright side, I'm still drunk enough to go upstairs with the laptop and gorge in terrible girly movies till I drift asleep into the deep slumber only booze can give you.

Look out Tuesday here I come.