The drunken adventures of a self-proclaimed nihilist
Now, I make it a point not to write about my personal life on this blog thingy. Firstly, because I lead somewhat of a boring life. And I doubt you’d care to read about what time I got up, what I had for breakfast, and whether or not I got to see daylight that day. Secondly, because quite frankly it’s none of your business. But I have a very short tale about last Thursday which is so share-worthy that I just had to put it down.
Last Thursday I was going out as usual, well, more or less as usual. I perhaps drank -slightly- too much. So it wasn’t that good of an idea to go with to the afterparty, and even less of a good idea to drink even more there. Anyway, I apparently suddenly left (I do this more often when I’m drunk: I think it’s my body deciding I need to be in bed and taking over) leaving all my stuff there. Oh, and my shoes. I bloody walked home all the way on my goddamn socks -_-’. Ah well, at least it gave me something to write about…
I like your silly adventures, did you get your shoes back in the end?
Certainly a very nice way to spend the night. Would’ve been better if there were pics though :p