You're always such a pain in my arse.
Please note the eyes that lack sleep. That's the usual affect of a Wasted Wednesday. And every Wednesday seems to involve the Fat Girl Platter.
It's a vicious cycle. Every week, I know me and my friends will be going out to our usual bar for cheap beers on Wasted Wednesdays. And every single week I promise myself that I will not be dumb and eat a Fat Girl Platter afterwards. But alas... every Wednesday we go out to eat after the bar, and I'm always sucked in by the delicious, artery-clogging, ass-expanding food.
Ah, well. Why fight a good thing.
Today has been a drama-filled clusterfuck. I hate when things are made so difficult when they don't have to be, and then become confused to the point of insanity.
I must be getting old, cuz everything I want now is simple & straightforward. I have no use for jumbled up bullshit.
And so, I'm hoping that this weekend stays incident-free. It's a certain girly's birthday, and it's liable to get messy.