she's not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed

in another dose of infotainment, this is a picture of erm...a ceiling. taken while i was heavy on the hootch and couldn't point anywhere properly. i like that vent thing. its so comforting. sigh.

last night was a night of ouch. in addition to the 600 bruises i've sustained in the past 3 months, i now have a semi-sprained (notice how i like using the word 'semi'?) ankle and a massive, and i am talking MASSIVE, bruise on my knee from falling on my bee-hind while tottering on my sky high heels. i haven't used those dratted heels in two years and i was pleasantly surprised i could now walk in them. until i fell face first in front of a gajillion people. but its not like i was sober at the time.

thursday was a celebration of big momma's birthday and i drank myself into a stupor once again. last night, the night of bruises and scrapes, we attended a fash show where we made several trips to the booze table and then, shock of all shocks, took Big Momma and Other Momma to mansion for a look see and one drink. it didn't turn out to be one drink for them (they lied! i'm incensed) and so Big Momma was a witness to my big fall. thus the disapproving looks and tut-tuts at lunch this afternoon.

have birthdays to attend tonight and i can't wear heels. i hate being the shortie of the bunch at these things.

also can't figure out why my nose hurts today. don't think i actually hit my mug against anything last night.

so long, comrades.