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pissed.
on a thursday night.
thank fuck i decided to learn how to make martinis.
and thank fuck beth didn't want hers.
This s such a nice feeling. Like I'm floaitig. Ok. so I won't feel like i'm floatig tomorrow morning. but fuck em.
At least i'm adult enough to leave that last one only 3/4 drunk.
ima eat the whatsitcalled? ollive. ima eat the olive.
enter enter. enter. that button doesn't work rith.
right
oh, yeah. pissed.
good times
gin i do not likve.
live\
like
i assume that martini = vodka.
gin takes me back to the time I went halvsies in a bottle of gin and _lemonade_ on a trip down to the each for Melbourne Uni Mountaineering Club. We brought the two bottles with us down to the beach (goddamit I'm pressin backspace a lot) and would take a swig from BOTH bottles in turns. Thinking it was _like_ gin and tonic. That was, fucking christ, 14 years ago. I will not do gin.
Interestingly, one of my best friends I met on that beach that night. I turned to her and said Hi my name's Brent. What's your name, want to be my friend? Turns out the answers were Anna and yes. We're going rockclimbing in a couple of weeks.
No gin.
No. never.
Vodka. now. yes. ok, there's been more than one vodka Experience. Involving Dan. And orange juice. And guitars. and stair cases. and upside down. but no kissing. no. that would be strange. no sex between me and dan, even though i'm convinced he's had the odd homoerotic experience whilst not, himself, being bisexual, but the then again what the fuck would i know i had to find out through dan about my own sister's (who I consider myself to be her most closest person) lifelong depression problems.
oh, yeah. and no. no gin.
work tomorrow. fun
pissed.
next time:grammar.
(oh, and nice night spent with beth. her. much less pissed than me. but nice night spent just getting drunk and havig a chat. she played bejewelled blitz on facebook on one pc, while i read from fmlife.com (fuck, those people have fucked lives) and drank martinis. Next time. Ice.)
goodnight. i love you.
on a thursday night.
thank fuck i decided to learn how to make martinis.
and thank fuck beth didn't want hers.
This s such a nice feeling. Like I'm floaitig. Ok. so I won't feel like i'm floatig tomorrow morning. but fuck em.
At least i'm adult enough to leave that last one only 3/4 drunk.
ima eat the whatsitcalled? ollive. ima eat the olive.
enter enter. enter. that button doesn't work rith.
right
oh, yeah. pissed.
good times
gin i do not likve.
live\
like
i assume that martini = vodka.
gin takes me back to the time I went halvsies in a bottle of gin and _lemonade_ on a trip down to the each for Melbourne Uni Mountaineering Club. We brought the two bottles with us down to the beach (goddamit I'm pressin backspace a lot) and would take a swig from BOTH bottles in turns. Thinking it was _like_ gin and tonic. That was, fucking christ, 14 years ago. I will not do gin.
Interestingly, one of my best friends I met on that beach that night. I turned to her and said Hi my name's Brent. What's your name, want to be my friend? Turns out the answers were Anna and yes. We're going rockclimbing in a couple of weeks.
No gin.
No. never.
Vodka. now. yes. ok, there's been more than one vodka Experience. Involving Dan. And orange juice. And guitars. and stair cases. and upside down. but no kissing. no. that would be strange. no sex between me and dan, even though i'm convinced he's had the odd homoerotic experience whilst not, himself, being bisexual, but the then again what the fuck would i know i had to find out through dan about my own sister's (who I consider myself to be her most closest person) lifelong depression problems.
oh, yeah. and no. no gin.
work tomorrow. fun
pissed.
next time:grammar.
(oh, and nice night spent with beth. her. much less pissed than me. but nice night spent just getting drunk and havig a chat. she played bejewelled blitz on facebook on one pc, while i read from fmlife.com (fuck, those people have fucked lives) and drank martinis. Next time. Ice.)
goodnight. i love you.