Blogging while drunk is not something you should do. I am perfectly aware of that. I am also, as we speak, as I type, perfectly plastered. Bourbon is a beautiful thing. So is taxi cabs.
I called Monica half an hour ago. When the voice mail picked up I called again. And again. Then I threw my iphone into the neighbor's backyard. They have a Doberman who's Satan incarnated. One day that beast will eat me, I am certain.
And I loved my cellphone nearly as much as I loved Monica's kisses.
I promise all of you that by tomorrow afternoon, monster headache aside, I will be a clean slate; a Tabula Rasa.