50 bucks say my morning sucked harder than yours...

morning started at exactly 7.30am...
waking up in an unfamilar bedroom...
with germaine lying beside me...
and me reeking of vodka and burbon...

flash back 6 hours ago...
shauna's farewell party...
lots of people i don't know...
but there were lots to drink and lots drinking games...

7.30am...
my head is fucking hurting like a bitch...
while shauna is MIA...
i should have stopped at that cup of vodka spiked orange juice...
(a glass of vodka and a dash of orange juice)

this is why i hate sleep overs...
too much drinking...
and too much serious ugly in the morning...
and too much to regret in the morning...

got into a cab with germaine...
two destination, NYP and UPP THOMSON...
simple?!
as we got to the junction of AMK AVE 6, and AMK Street 63...
(nyp back gate, amk industrial park area...)
there was a traffic situation...
so i told germaine that i would drop her outside the school...
so that she can walk the calories laiden alcohol off...
the cab stopped 2 feet away from the curb...
the cab still stationary after 8 seconds...
i told germaine to get off...
as soon as she opens the door...
the cab driver screams out...
before we know it...
a motorcycle slams into the door...
obviously trying to get his 2 feet wide motorcycle through the 2 feet gap of the taxi and the curb...
germaine gets out without a scratch...
while i stare in disbelieve...
and in this situation i think i defined the term... FREAKING OUT....
think yuran! think!!!
all the times of watching grey's anatomy...
what would meredith do?!?!?

she would pout, and star at mcdreamy, and then george would pout because meredith was still in love with mcdream, then izzy would pout because no one cares that she's too beautiful to be in ugly shapeless shrugs, then christina would run up and...
SCUTURE, SCUTURE, SCUTURE!!!!

and she'll look for burke to see whether she could open up his heart...
but she remembers that isiah washington was still in rehab for saying that "F word"...
then meredith would make googly eyes to mcdreamy...
and mcdreamy would make googly eyes to everyone...

and they all make googly eyes at me...

take what little knowledge from my st johns experience...
(you did not hear that from me)
and start applying pressure on his sliced off skin of his finger...
you heard me...
the skin on his finger was sliced...

not trying to say that it wasn't a big deal...
but SERIOUSLY?!
seriously?!?
seriously?!?!?!?!??!?!

i called 995 because he told me too...
not before long...
i found myself calling 999 as well...
by this time, germaine was already gone because i was sure i could handle the situation...

a team of medics came with stretches and all...
to send his scrape on his finger to the hospital...
then the police came to take down my entire freak out session...
i was like the wreck that everyone slowed down for...

mind you...
this whole fiasco started before 8am...
my decafinated brain cannot function that early...
under that much of stress and without caffine or at least nicotine...








50 bucks say my morning sucked harder than yours!