Why do drunk people always pick me to have political discussions with?

On Friday night, I just wanna get drunk. And maybe pick up a cute guy to make out with*. But not discuss the history of Germany and the merits of capitalism.

*I did manage to make out with two guys, but only after I'd fled the initial bar to another one.

Holy shite, I haven't updated this thing in over a year D ( Read more... )

For those of you wondering, I am alive and well and just sorta forgot to update this thing here. Again.

FB is just so much more practical, y'know.
Or at least addictive.

I am alive ( Read more... )

So, I've been feeling like flying to New York and ordering a drink with booze in it for about 50 minutes now.

Oh, joyous day. So fucking joyous.

Hi life!

Please stop sucking now! You really don't have to prove anything!

Yours truly,
Me

I am both angry and mopey.
PEOPLE ARE MEAN ;-;

Hee. 'up'. WINKWINKNUDGENUDGESo. I still live. And am doing stuff ( Read more... )

My traveling bag is filled to the fucking brim. I pack like a stereotypical girl traveling to... I dunno... Afghanistan instead of Finland ( Read more... )

Yeah, I'm still alive. Thought you might wanna know ( Read more... )

It's funny how, as soon as all students hit 18, teachers love to break out the booze.
Today was the last day before the two weeks of Christmas vacation, so naturally, there was mulled wine. Quite a lot of it.

And in the evening, I went to play pool with my friends and there was beer involved.

I think my liver is planning vacations on Hawai'i.