hot sex on heels
my feet stick to the kitchen floor, i'm dizzy, and i'm still wearing pajama pants at 2:30 pm. yep, post-stafford ave-party day. welcome back to school, motherfuckers, where this bitch will go drink for drink and mix it with painkillers. WHAT! how you gonna act?
(o jesus)i don't feel like myself these days. it's been almost a month since my surgery and i know i should really be able to get over the wedge and the soreness and the fuzzy drug-brains and i'm trying but i still feel tilted and off-balance. physical ailments wreck mental perceptions, i'm convinced. but last night was nice and normal, with the faces that keep me steadied and the booze that keeps me social. i put on a hot outfit and high heels and earrings and almost forgot all about the wedge. it felt less like an unsightly tumor and more like a slightly awkward accessory.
so back to school, back to normal. beer pong until 4 am, cans and cups in the living room, hot pockets in the freezer, and some new pens. pretty good.
posted by sarah at 2:26 PM
2 Comments:
Four hour beer pong games you mean. Good post, I like the wedge-as-tumor metaphor.
Looks like a blast. I actually got to teach some germans and dutchies how to play pong 2 nights ago. my friend rob from cambridge imports solo cups just for the game, and you thought i was obsessed.
Careful w/ those painkillers
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