Snotz

Just call me that because by the weekend, probably more like by TOMORROW, that is what I will henceforth be known as. My head is pounding, my nose is either hungry or bulimic, I'm not sure which.

See, taking a break on partying, as I did on the weekend, well until, the "Tranny Incident" is never smart. My crunkofluid in my veins was not up to par and this is what happened. I'm not the only one afflicted either. Oy veh. My head!

I need loud music and dancing to make me well.