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June 20, 2007
Hangover Mail
Rick just e-mailed me that he's all hung like the doggy at work. In sympathy, and to hopefully find some cures I didn't cover in my 2004 "Helping the Hangover" freelance screed for the surprisingly now-defunct Damosi.com, I just searched my G-mail for the word "hangover." 69 results. Probably double that if I search for "hung like the dog," come to think of it.
Anys - in conducting this exhaustive research, I came across some FUNNY-ASS shit. Most of which is far too...uh...revelatory to post here. Suffice it, there have been some wild times in the past few years. And by "past few," I mean...20. Tomato, potahto. Anys, here's one, from last summer, that made me crack up on this hot afternoon:
Speaking of Manhattan, I woke up this morning with a brutalis hangover (thank you margarita-laden birthday sendoff to my new awesome friend who's leaving for ASIA on wednesday for THREE MONTHS. c'est so lame.) and there was a FUCKING CAT in my apartment. I shit no.
There was an orange cat in my apartment.
It was a little weird. I gave it some tuna and some water and opened the door to my porch and it left.
Um.
Yep. A cat. There was a cat...? in my apartment.
I then went downstairs to throw in some laundry and ran into a friendly aquaintance of mine who moved in here after coming to a party at my place a few months ago, and told him the story. Weirdly - this is kind of the second time this has happened to me in this place, and he knew that, so in talking about it I said, "I love pussy and apparently pussy loves me." and he shot me this weird look. So now I'm convinced he thinks I'm a lesbian.
Doesn't help I'm wearing a sweatshirt that says Northport Girls Lacrosse.
FUCK.
OMG - now I'm going to have to bring it up to him and it's going to be totally a "doth protest too dothing much" sitchy. FUCK FFUCJCKLCKDLS:JF.
(that's me hitting my keyboard in false-sapphic ire.)
Posted by Bree at June 20, 2007 12:12 PM