Shit, yo. I got an entire fucking posse in the house this weekend, and I didn't think of anything fun to do. I'm supposing that we'll go out and get wasted and play darts as loudly as possible. We'll see.
Did I tell you I might not ever drink again? I might not. I'd been off the sauce for quite a while until last weekend. Last weekend I thought to myself, 'Self, when's the last time you got schnockered proper?' and my self replied 'Apparently too freaking long.'
Ooh, my ass got POISONED.
I felt sick all of friday and saturday and a little into sunday.
So maybe no Double Screwdrivers to chase away my Jagermeister shots any more. Maybe never again.
But also, maybe tomorrow.
Happy Valentines day tomorrow, all you lovers. I get to wake up with one valentines spine aligned with mine, and my other valentine sleeping less than 15 feet away, as opposed to all the way across the continent.
Posted by Sonya at February 13, 2004 02:31 PMThat's just alcohol telling you, "I love you and I missed you but THAT'S for leaving me alone at home with the kids and the taxes!"
Posted by: yukino at February 13, 2004 05:36 PMEverything in moderation..except love. I guess that could prove problematic if you ar ein love with the Hooch.
Posted by: Billy at February 15, 2004 08:58 AM