hangover medicine

i would really like someone to bring me nachos.

i drank too much last night and danced in high high heels i spray painted gold.

i made my friends listen to songs on my ipod before we all fell asleep on a hard, small futon.

i got a back massage from a poet with a girlfriend + it was creepy but i didn't stop him because back massages are nice.

i reaffirmed my hatred for poets that act like poets + say things like "i think poetry will save the world" + truly believe they will open me to a whole new world if i will just show up for their small town open mic poetry night when really i will just be a little embarassed for them.

i think some poets may be brilliant, but most of them are just boring

but mostly, i would really just like someone to bring me nachos.