Thursday, July 14, 2005

Drunken Phone Fun.

I'm such a shit-stirrer. I don't know what I thought I was doing (though Mr. Southern Comfort could tell me), but there were a lot of msgs that lay testimony to the simple fact that when I'm drunk, I like to give myself something to yell at me for. A round of applause if you will, for it took a keen intellect blunted by punishing amounts of alcohol to come up with the gems that poured from my mobile, flying through the ether to girls who returned replies of amusement, confusion, but luckily I find little annoyance, 'cept from the one that was there in person last night to witness the depravity of the slutty one (me).

A New Stallion, The Homewrecker was nicknamed, (without any bitterness, thanks for gettin me out of it bud), and we recalled The Smelly One.

If I hadn't have caught the first minute of House, M.D., I may not have been so crazy last night, but that baby was like, so cute. And those news reports reminding us how often people my age were already married with a kid or two back in the 70s. Missing out on that job yesterday, and facing the barrell of another semester of uni, I sought release, and it comes in bottle form. Here and now I can sit and think about what happened, But last night I had a good time, felt on top of the world, confident beyond words. and for all the groans and yelling, I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

After I get over this hangover. posted by Keegan at 1:50 pm

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