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Mar. 7th, 2003 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foi_nefasteHangovers are hell. Pure, utter, concentrated hell, with nausea and headaches. Someone tell me why I don't remember this before I get drunk?
Then again, if my mother comes back up here, I'm going to be getting out the vodka. She's decided that my having a girlfriend is absurd, ignores it, and is trying to convince me to get a boyfriend. *snort* Sure. Like that's going to work. Then again, if one has a twisted sense of humor, there is a certain level of ridicule to appreciate.
Oh, did anyone else listen to Dubya's speech last night? I loath the man, I really do. He's got no sense whatsoever, and gets that sneer on his face so that there's always the impression that he's on a power trip. Wait. Did I say impression? *sneer* The incompetent Idiot.
Then again, if my mother comes back up here, I'm going to be getting out the vodka. She's decided that my having a girlfriend is absurd, ignores it, and is trying to convince me to get a boyfriend. *snort* Sure. Like that's going to work. Then again, if one has a twisted sense of humor, there is a certain level of ridicule to appreciate.
Oh, did anyone else listen to Dubya's speech last night? I loath the man, I really do. He's got no sense whatsoever, and gets that sneer on his face so that there's always the impression that he's on a power trip. Wait. Did I say impression? *sneer* The incompetent Idiot.
