The Pink Shoe Diaries

i have reached a new level of tragic.

last night, while in a drunken stupor returning from a night on the town, i stepped barefoot onto a shard of glass that was on my kitchen floor...but since i was in a drunken stupor..i didn't notice until this morning when i went to step out of bed and felt pure agony on the bottom of my left foot, only to notice a piece of glass sticking out of it.

awesome.

when i am drunk, i could probably lose a limb and not even notice. and i didn't even MEAN to get that drunk, but desiree introduced me to the world of Jameson and Coke which goes down so smooth you don't even realize you are slowly becoming somewhat intoxicated but then you wake up in the morning with a shard of glass in your foot.

i think that i will stick to my gin martinis (dirty with 3 olives) because you KNOW you're drinking and you feel every sip. you don't get surprise-drunk from gin martinis. even the olives in that drink don't mess around.