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Morning?

Contributed by critterhideaway on Thursday, 23rd September 2004 @ 07:22:43 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



I feel like an old used rag today. One someone must have thrown away. My life's a mess , I've too much stress.. Lost my glasses somewhere last night, I must be a miserable sight! My head feels big, pounding loud. My stomach just goes round and round. PARTY TIME!! my friends all said, God if only they had my head! Without my "eyes" I cannot see to find the cup that holds my teeth. Found my eyes, my teeth are in. Guess this day can now begin. Look in the mirror now to see, just what last night has done to me. My eyes are showing streaks of red. I look like the living dead!Unsteady now, my stomach feels, accross the bathroom I must kneel. I hug that toilet bowl so tight. Why didn't I just stay home last night!!




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Re: Morning? (User Rating: 1 )
by inoc on Thursday, 23rd September 2004 @ 07:32:20 AM AEST
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oh...I remember those times well...
havn't been like that for awhile tho.lol
I guess you wrote this feeling ill?
[I was to mention if you spaced it out a bit
it would make it easier to read...but nice poem anyway...]
cheers!


Re: Morning? (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Thursday, 23rd September 2004 @ 08:16:54 AM AEST
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Ouch hangovers, hated them, all though was always self enflicted lol. glad those days are long gone.
Awesome write, revealed memories forgotten, and you wrote it so vividaly.


Re: Morning? (User Rating: 1 )
by AspenGlow on Thursday, 23rd September 2004 @ 09:15:41 AM AEST
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Oh my lord, split my pants on this one, at least you didn't leave the teeth in.........that was my fatal flaw.......lol.


A great write, thank you for sharing, now to change britches.

Chris


Re: Morning? (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 25th September 2004 @ 03:05:51 AM AEST
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I hear ya. I very seldom drink anymore as I hate hangovers so it's jus not worth it to me.
Good work.
peace, joy, luv,
emy




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