I accept that I have no one else to blame for the fact that I woke up this morning with nausea and my eyelids stuck to my cheeks with last night's mascara. I do hereby solemnly vow never to drink vodka again and to always take off my makeup before I fall into bed. You know what I hate? Those sanctimonious glossy magazine articles with airbrushed pictures of celebs saying shit like "How do I keep my skin so good? I make sure I always cleanse tone and moisturise before bed, no matter how late it is or how drunk I am". Oh come on! I always think they must never have actually been drunk. I've edited last night's entry, on the basis that the typos made it unreadable (but also because writing diary entries should be filed under "things I should never do when drunk", along with calling people, writing emails, sending texts and...well, engaging in any sort of human contact.) But the basic jist of it is still there, I think. Tom Waits is a really good hangover cure : I never saw the morning 'til I stayed up all night
I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out the light
I never saw my hometown until I stayed away too long
I never heard the melody, until I needed a song.
< - >
* the marks of memories forgotten
* wasting emotions, over again
* intentions, and such
* nothing unusual, nothing's changed - just a little older, that's all (damien rice : amie)
* now I understand! It doesn't make sense because it isn't supposed to
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