| Current mood: |  discontent |
| Current music: | Michael Jackson - Dirty Diana |
Crookedtown
I hate the feeling of waking up not with a hangover, but just a bizarre feeling. The feelings aren't necessarily guilt or shame, but more like a punishment haze that follows you around the day after drinking so you know why you feel like shit.
Partying with the staff at the Peak was creepy. Old people stumbling around, three sheets to the wind, ski instructors smoking weed, the general manager making demeaning, drunken comments to the lesser employees...Let's hope that I work at Pat's every winter, so that I can aspire to be a snowmaker and live in the A-frame.
Interesting thoughts as I woke up this morning in my friend's bed...mostly clean ones. It's the dirty ones that worry me...
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