And in a new low, I found myself this morning vomiting on the nature strip outside the New Farm Library. A passing teenage Goth (takes a lot of commitment, being a Goth dressed all in black in hot sunny Brisbane) said, 'Are you okay?' I managed to sputter 'Pregnant' with as much dignity as I could muster.
The last time I vomited on a nature strip was, oh, 16 years ago with YOU Mel, after ingesting that terrible evil weed you coerced an innocent young me into taking. That was 3am though, so slightly more discreet.
Ah well, better vomiting on a nature strip than bleeding in bed.
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You probably had increased cred with the passing Goth, who probably thought it was all due to some evil weed, etc, etc.
I think I'd become a Goth too, if I lived in Qld amongst all those tans.
So I should have said, 'too greedy with the heroin'?
Oh, those were the days when we could take drugs and stay up late and not have to worry about mortgage repayments, going to bed at a sensible time so we'll have enough energy for the next day etc...
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