oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
the great thing about this is that i'm fairly certain he actually would say something like this.
i'm in love.
and i'm skipping class. again.
to do laundry and wash dishes.
woohoo!
i was drunk last night. quite drunk, and dressed to kill as my inner child victorian prostitute. i'm sure, though, that the drunker i got, the less the look was to die for and more like death.
ah, well. c'est ma vie. some of us just start to look nasty by the time the contest rolls around.
at least mickey and i got a roaring chorus of "Danny Boy" in the mix before things got too blurry.