Let's make a Chartreuse.

HANGOVER SUNDAY M'GAWD!!!

So last night an old friend of mine going back to the Mckernan days Steph came over to catch up and party a little.

Well a little turns into a lot when little Steph who is like mini and always has been, whips out a small bottle of Chartreuse. 

I was like, UH OH.

A couple shots of that and we are shitfaced and get into the subject of elementary and Jr. High school, which we were in the same class for 10 years together, the French immersion crew.

We both shared our memories of the time, and we both remember a certain core of people in our class who were horrid to others, and of course Steph and I were caught in the middle at times or the ones left out, and that school left us with some of the best and worst memories of our lives.

Girls are terrible to each other, downright evil right from the start. 

I feel a little less scathed primarily because of the attitude I developed by Jr. High which was pretty much -UMMM, FUCK YOU.

I became somewhat of an infamous dark outsider that could get along with most everyone but really wanted to just get out of that school to a different crowd of people, people more like me.

It's funny how things go full circle and we end up back where we came from, with old friends that have always been there even though you didn't even talk to them or you lived in a different city, other things going on that pull you apart, but that we always have them in our memories and a friendship is kept alive through those memories.

Love it.

Anyways I used some herbal smokables, Powerade, peanut butter and some espresso to make me feel less like dying and perhaps like studying, maybe cleaning up my act, I think that smell I smell is me...

One cool thing that happened the other day is February 4th two years ago was my first surgery and technically marked my remission, since the second surgery was done to check for more cancer and there wasn't any left, basically lets take all this shit out of your leg to be sure, and no you can't have your lymph nodes back!

Anyways, back to whining about being hungover as fuck, if you want to know what the worst hangover in the world feels like drink a bottle of Chartreuse with a mini powerhouse chick, it's fun but the next day you will be remorseful.

I am nesting quietly with my laptop a pack of smokes and some hummus, somehow it is making me feel great, behold the power of the hummus and nan.

This week brings work, late night study sessions, and tomorrow a lashes for designer orange cream cupcake trade with an old coworker.

Yup, I will work for cupcakes now, and I could give a fuck less how many more pounds I gain!

I know you would too, that is work for cupcakes, my wicked cuz Alicia Glavac!!!

Such a delicious currency!

I need to rock out now! Here's my band of the day, one of my all time favourites,

FINNTROLL!!!
Their shows always get metal heads dancing.

http://youtu.be/tEzuxkkGyWQ

-E.