shit shit shit

Normally I don't swear, but this is occasion to. Not only am I completely hammered, and am stinking of beer, and going to feel like hell tomorrow, but somehow I have also managed to get dumped. Somthing about dancing with Joe, who's (shit, I can't even remember the right grammar here) girlf was there, whilst talking to The Boy, and then not returning when he said if I didnt come home right now we were over. Ultimatums are a bad tool of negotiation. I don't even know why he's mad or what I've done. But now I'm single. Well, oops. Doh. And on my birthday. Who gets dumped on their birthday. By text as well. Shit.