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the world I know is crumbling, fading, and the happy shiny is gone. I think I'm nuts again, baby.
if she were any other girl
http://www.unity-listings.net/woc/rosepromo6_05.jpg
http://www.unity-listings.net/woc/hollypromo6_05.jpg
I love thee, S6 Holly. I loved thee in previous forms, including S4 blah, but now.. now I truly love/lubb thee.
[larger versions of the WB cards, only I'm sure you've found them in prettier form by now.]
I'm very loopy right now. the kind of loopy that comes from having far too much pepsi after not having all that much. oh, and laughing until I cried [not like, crying sad my life has gone to shit and I can only cry after I laugh-tv moment thing. but tears stream down your face because something is that funny. Like Ratrace.] and it's not all that late, but to my brain it is. yes. yes it is.
i was kinda blah earlier, but now I feel kinda shiny and new. but I think that's the lack of sleep. yup. it must be.
oh, people do some stupid shit while drunk. some can make this stuff sound funny/amusing/one time deal/whatever. some are actually proud of the stupid shit they do.
today I present a tale of drunken pride:
Friend Skanky Ho Ho [laugh. now. or get the elf joke.] apparently called her grandmother while slightly intoxicated. found out some bad news, hung up, did some monster shots, called grandmother back and then... told her she was drunk. then bragged about how she couldn't remember the rest of the night or the next morning.
why should I be proud of SHH for this? Is this some big accomplishment? Should I be skipping out to visit friends and getting so shitfaced that I can't remember entire days? If so, I'm going to need some serious alcohol. no drunken irish stereotypes here. I'll drink your arse under the table! and then videotape you doing horribly embarassing things, and blackmail you for years.
Yes, yes I will.
http://www.unity-listings.net/woc/rosepromo6_05.jpg
http://www.unity-listings.net/woc/hollypromo6_05.jpg
I love thee, S6 Holly. I loved thee in previous forms, including S4 blah, but now.. now I truly love/lubb thee.
[larger versions of the WB cards, only I'm sure you've found them in prettier form by now.]
I'm very loopy right now. the kind of loopy that comes from having far too much pepsi after not having all that much. oh, and laughing until I cried [not like, crying sad my life has gone to shit and I can only cry after I laugh-tv moment thing. but tears stream down your face because something is that funny. Like Ratrace.] and it's not all that late, but to my brain it is. yes. yes it is.
i was kinda blah earlier, but now I feel kinda shiny and new. but I think that's the lack of sleep. yup. it must be.
oh, people do some stupid shit while drunk. some can make this stuff sound funny/amusing/one time deal/whatever. some are actually proud of the stupid shit they do.
today I present a tale of drunken pride:
Friend Skanky Ho Ho [laugh. now. or get the elf joke.] apparently called her grandmother while slightly intoxicated. found out some bad news, hung up, did some monster shots, called grandmother back and then... told her she was drunk. then bragged about how she couldn't remember the rest of the night or the next morning.
why should I be proud of SHH for this? Is this some big accomplishment? Should I be skipping out to visit friends and getting so shitfaced that I can't remember entire days? If so, I'm going to need some serious alcohol. no drunken irish stereotypes here. I'll drink your arse under the table! and then videotape you doing horribly embarassing things, and blackmail you for years.
Yes, yes I will.