the berry of doom

I was horribly hungover most of Sunday. My mistake? Ending with a blue drink. People, the coloured drinks spell Doom. DOOOOOOOM. At least for me. I am going to find the person who gave me that Blueberry Vodka Cruiser, and I am going to glare at them. Because I still haven’t recovered enough energy to do anything else. I still see its virulent blueness lurking behind my eyes. SO BLUE! Nothing needs to be that blue. Oh God.

"Make a remark," said the Red Queen: "Its ridiculous to leave all conversation to the pudding!"

 

 

 

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