i don't wanna hear ...

i don't wanna know...

Aaaagh. The tipsy feeling that i have euphorically held unto is fast dissipating with my frustration. Frustration at the assh*le of a cabbie, at the night's eventual demise and my apparent lack of conviction to my resolutions...

please don't say i'm sorry...

Beep. I hear my phone but i don't want to check it. The messages contained may just make me feel more frustrated. Yargh. Why doi always seem to put myself in this freakin' position!??!?! Green eyed monster, take your claws out!

I've heard it all before...

I need a stiff drink to recapture my early rapture, dammit. *sigh* And work looms in a few hours.....