Well. It's that day of the year again. I'm surrounded by flowers, chocolate and shiny red heart-shaped balloons and I couldn't be more pessimistic. In addition, my head is throbbing and my tummy is rumbling and I'm utterly exhausted after a long night of puking and making out with people I wish I didn't make out with. Not in that order. I guess a feeling of refreshment slightly lingers in my mind, after all, I did celebrate a new year.
On the bright side, I saw familiar faces and friends I adore last night of whom I haven't seen in longer than I would have hoped. My attire last night was pretty rad and I got mad compliments on it which did wonders for my painstakingly low self-esteem. Compliments are just one of those things I'm not sure I'll ever know how to accept. I do enjoy them a great deal, however.
Partying with people from work is funny. It's like "hello I'm drunk, you're drunk, and the respect we once had for each other is now broken forever." not in a bad way I guess. If that makes any sense at all. It's hard to think hungover. I wish I knew where my phone was. More importantly my iPod! Can't go 20 minutes without that thing. I apologize for this post is irrelevant to everything I'm just bored and felt as though expressing my thoughts was a good idea.
To hosts of last night's party:
Thank you for hosting such a large and boisterous evening! I thoroughly enjoyed myself :) Kruetzer throws the BEST parties and thank you roommates for participating and enjoying yourselves as well! Tahtah.
