tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-150636962011-07-29T05:33:49.043+10:00Miranda Airey-Bransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03406977198212276591noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15063696.post-1123046006760191532005-08-03T15:13:00.000+10:002005-08-03T15:13:26.760+10:00I have morals, you know - and I keep them in a shoebox under my bed.<br /><br /><br /> I next took out my phone to send a text message and found, in 'Write Messages,' a message I do not remember composing, or sending, or even who I sent it to - but after I had scrolled through the whole thing it was clear I had, in the vicissitudes of drunken melancholy, found reason to write a mournful SMS to a former boyfriend explaining that while I might be getting with a random guy in front of him and the rest of the group, I was in fact still not over him (old boyfriend) and completely miserable.<br /><br /> Oh dear.<br /><br /> Having discovered this primary source chronicling the events of the evening (events that would otherwise never have been recalled at all), the next revelation came:<br /> "I picked up a random Liberal - "<br /> "ANOTHER ONE."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15063696-112304600676019153?l=mirandaaireybranson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Miranda Airey-Bransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03406977198212276591noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15063696.post-1123045990983511362005-08-03T15:09:00.000+10:002005-08-03T15:13:10.986+10:00I have a headache and still feel vaguely unsteady - as if I am still drunk - however I feel marvellously thin, and today have eaten only chewing gum, diet coke and one nectarine. Hurrah.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15063696-112304599098351136?l=mirandaaireybranson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Miranda Airey-Bransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03406977198212276591noreply@blogger.com0