I just went to a goodbye party today. What I discovered at the gathering:
1) I'm really going to miss that particular person
2) And that now I have a definite reason I don't smoke or drink.
I HATE SECONDHAND SMOKE. My throat hurts from inhaling death fumes and my brand-new sweater reeks of cigarettes. I HATE DRUNK PEOPLE. I had to endure hours and hours a drunken college boy asking me the same questions over and over again and trying to put his arm around my shoulder. I hate how distinguished people become so stupid when they're intoxicated, and how stupid people become stupider.
I'm so pissed off I want to scream, but what I hate most is myself for not summoning up the courage to leave the party before it made me so upset and tired. I'm going to go curl up in a fetal position and sulk now.
