post apocalyptic

Ugh.
Stupid vodka and orange juice.
i'm in somewhat of an angry/hungover/weird place today. I probably could have happily slept for a few more hours. Everytime the phone rings or someone walks in the door, i want to tell them to fuck off (unless it's the delivery guy from Sunny's Deli- i'm always happy to see him cuz he brings me noms).
The hungover/weird part is easy to figure out: vodka+not enough sleep= yucky. Ya think i'd have learned by now. It's bad when you don't exactly remember going to sleep. Sigh.
As far as the angry goes, that's a bit perplexing. Well, i have a suspicion what the root of the angry might be- stupid, pointless, irrational jealousy. I know it's retarded to get jealous of females i've never met, but that doesn't seem to stop me. (I can't go into more detail than that, as it's not entirely my dirty laundry to air. Complete honesty for me, discretion for everyone else seems the polite thing to do.)
I probably need to do more yoga. Haven't done any for a few days. It mellows me out and makes me more rational. And less prone to binges of all sorts. Yes. Yoga is the answer. I'll get right on that after i smoke a cigarette and wolf down an omlette.
I did engage in a bit of online-retail therapy: some goodies from Victoria's Secret should be arriving by the end of the week. Fun for the whole family!
Moving on. I've been told that i should probably have a theme for my blog, in order to make it more interesting to the reader. Ok. My theme is "whatever the hell i want to talk about cuz really, i'm doing this whole blog thing more for myself than for anyone else." Hmm. Maybe that's a bit too long. Actually, the theme thing isn't a bad idea, truth be told. Maybe my life should have a theme, come to think of it, instead of blundering aimlessly and comitting random acts of overindulgence. I'll give it a ponder and see if i can come up with an idea. In the meantime, i'll stick with rambling nonsensically.
And on that note, we cue the music.