Not NOT Intoxicated
The alcohol is making me groggy and my eyes are having adiffult time focusing, but the Vicodin is giving me that wonderful, post-orgasmic feeling. Like everything in the world will be okay and I will never feel any pain. Jen and Paul and I had a delightful conversation on the ride back to Beaverton in which I vehemently expressed my love of the cock, and possibly made Paul feel bad about his sexual hang ups, but I hope not. I'm kind of worried right now about my inclinatio to reveal secrets, so I'm going to make this short. Let's just say that people with extra nipple shouldn't feel bad about it. Everybody starts with six. My eyes are too blurry to focus. Time for a final cigarette and then bed.
People I love tonight:
Katie: forever and always, even if lately our lives have been busy and somewhat diverent, I love you very much and am glad you're my hetero lifemate.
Jen: For being the designated driver, for putting up with way more shit than she deserves, for having four nipples, and for being an English major even though none of her friends are respectful of her decision.
Lia: God damn, just.. so fucking awe inspiring. I simultaneously wish I was you, and am exceedingly glad that I'm not.
Laura: who needs to get the fuck out of Montana and be here, where there are people who love and appreciate her, instead of asshole who want to just give her speed and then make her feel bad about herself.
Paul: for the bouncing and the massaging
Rob: for the drink, and for being one of the few people I know who makes a conscious effort to be a good person.
Joe: For the entrance and the shared disdain for the spiky bunny. Like Chuck Klosterman I very much judge people their tastes, and your's are often excellent.
Thomas: Your hair is the same length as your beard. Also, thanks for "letting me win" (aka SUCKING) at foosball.
Cate: You make Gandhi look like a child pornographer.
Dad: For doing the best karaoke of "brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show" that I have ever heard. Seriously, it could so go up again st John's "Folsom Prison Blues" any day. Apparently someone in my family can sing. Would it have killed you pass that trait on? Not that I don't love having inherited your sociopathic tendencies and nerdom. It may sound sarcastic but I really do valuing both those traits.
Mom: You did my laundry today, and to my specifications. Thanks. And thank you for giving me a sufficient amount of conscience to not be a terrible person. I have excellent friends and I like to think that I treat them at least moderately well. That is definitely your doing.
Scott: I don't get to see you enough, and most of out encounters involve booze, but I love you and I'm really happy that you seem to be making a decent life for yourself in Tacoma.
Richard Curry: For being SO fucking hot. I don't care that you're married. I don't care that you're in a cult. I only care that you're beautiful.
Jenna Fischer: aka Pam Beesley from The Office. I want to be Pam's friend, and I really hope Jenna wins the Emmy tomorrow.
Others: There's no one I keep in contat with that I don't think is amazing. So even if you aren't my mind tonight, if you're reading this then I love you and think very highly of you and probably should hang out with you more
P.S. I was looking through old picture today an found one of the girl who's cornea I scratched was I was three. Also one of me in a walker drink out of a 2 liter Pepsi bottle. I couldn't walk and I was already an addict. Katie, check your email, because I also found one of Zary with a Flock of Seagulls do, and his brother, who I think is far more attractive is in the picture too, so you can judge for yourself.
Kisses!
Mary
People I love tonight:
Katie: forever and always, even if lately our lives have been busy and somewhat diverent, I love you very much and am glad you're my hetero lifemate.
Jen: For being the designated driver, for putting up with way more shit than she deserves, for having four nipples, and for being an English major even though none of her friends are respectful of her decision.
Lia: God damn, just.. so fucking awe inspiring. I simultaneously wish I was you, and am exceedingly glad that I'm not.
Laura: who needs to get the fuck out of Montana and be here, where there are people who love and appreciate her, instead of asshole who want to just give her speed and then make her feel bad about herself.
Paul: for the bouncing and the massaging
Rob: for the drink, and for being one of the few people I know who makes a conscious effort to be a good person.
Joe: For the entrance and the shared disdain for the spiky bunny. Like Chuck Klosterman I very much judge people their tastes, and your's are often excellent.
Thomas: Your hair is the same length as your beard. Also, thanks for "letting me win" (aka SUCKING) at foosball.
Cate: You make Gandhi look like a child pornographer.
Dad: For doing the best karaoke of "brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show" that I have ever heard. Seriously, it could so go up again st John's "Folsom Prison Blues" any day. Apparently someone in my family can sing. Would it have killed you pass that trait on? Not that I don't love having inherited your sociopathic tendencies and nerdom. It may sound sarcastic but I really do valuing both those traits.
Mom: You did my laundry today, and to my specifications. Thanks. And thank you for giving me a sufficient amount of conscience to not be a terrible person. I have excellent friends and I like to think that I treat them at least moderately well. That is definitely your doing.
Scott: I don't get to see you enough, and most of out encounters involve booze, but I love you and I'm really happy that you seem to be making a decent life for yourself in Tacoma.
Richard Curry: For being SO fucking hot. I don't care that you're married. I don't care that you're in a cult. I only care that you're beautiful.
Jenna Fischer: aka Pam Beesley from The Office. I want to be Pam's friend, and I really hope Jenna wins the Emmy tomorrow.
Others: There's no one I keep in contat with that I don't think is amazing. So even if you aren't my mind tonight, if you're reading this then I love you and think very highly of you and probably should hang out with you more
P.S. I was looking through old picture today an found one of the girl who's cornea I scratched was I was three. Also one of me in a walker drink out of a 2 liter Pepsi bottle. I couldn't walk and I was already an addict. Katie, check your email, because I also found one of Zary with a Flock of Seagulls do, and his brother, who I think is far more attractive is in the picture too, so you can judge for yourself.
Kisses!
Mary