Tonight, I dragged myself into town despite my bet intentions not to go. I had a fairly good night until it was time to call a taxi outside McDonald's. I slipped on my cute little flats (which snapped at the heel as soon as the taxi dropped me at the first pub), and felt like a complete FUCKING MORON in front of my work friends and some girl I hardly knew who was sharing a taxi home with me. By the way, a taxi is a CAB for all you American viewers.
So I slipped on my arse outside Macca's. I don't know why that makes me feel like such a fucker, but it does. Please help me. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I still care so much what people think? I don't know, I just do. And probably always will.
I'd love the advice of someone more mature than me. And by the way, my elbow hurts where I inadvertantly slipped - it just happened - I wasn't even drunk dammit!



