I had a plan last night. It didn’t involve the bandages I’m wearing on my face or the pain I’m in right now.

Yesterday night I wanted to wear my red heels, but I wore my cowboy boots. Instead of getting ass drunk, I kept lagging with my beers and B-52s, and didn’t get beyond tipsy at all times. Instead of taking a cab home at 4:30, I went with my friends to get some take away. Instead of seeing my friend coming with the food while I was waiting…
…and so I’m lying unconscious on a frozen street.

Have you seen people so startled and frightened that they can’t find the composure to pick a bleeding unconscious girl back up from the ground?

I got up by myself, and saw that everyone was staring at me with jaws dropped. My friends, running after security personal, or too far from the people that have surrounded me while I was out, weren’t in my line of sight.

I remember walking into the dinner, and no one mouthing a word still. I’m heading to the rest room craving for a mirror, when I feel a hand on my elbow, and an older man saying: “Don’t… You don’t need to go there… You need too go to the hospital.”
Why? What?
Of course I went to the restroom, to find a dim lit mirror reflection of a girl with blood dripping down her neck. Fuck.

My friends, me, a cab, and my face cradled in blood soaked tissues arrived at the hospital.

Last outcome:
Stitches on my chin. hurts
Bruises and swellings on my face. hurts
A gash running from my temple to the cheekbone. hurts
Two broken teeth. hurtsineedabeer
One broken denture. hurts
A concussion. hurts
Bruises on my neck. hurts
Not enough beer to handle this. aaargh
Too many pain-killers in my blood stream. hurts
I can barely open my mouth. beer
It hurts when I talk.icanttalkijustmumble
I can't be up for too long drop

This is how I used to look like, 'till yesterday:





I'll need to make a new devID when I'm healed.