Dear Die-ry: 6
Well...the other night was kinda fun...though I want all of the stupid things I said about bunnies and butterflies and...wheezing the juice...or whatever the hell I was talking about...stricken from the record. That. Wasn't. Me.
There's a plethora other stuff I don't remember either...like waking up in the middle of a field with my underwear on my head...and war paint. Managed to make it home just in time to pray to the porcelain gods. You know what's really handy, that railing on the wall that keeps you from taking a header into the can.
Sleeping was impossible too. I'd almost be passed out and the damn mutt would come charging in, jump on one side of the bed and bounce me off the other side.
There's a plethora other stuff I don't remember either...like waking up in the middle of a field with my underwear on my head...and war paint. Managed to make it home just in time to pray to the porcelain gods. You know what's really handy, that railing on the wall that keeps you from taking a header into the can.
Sleeping was impossible too. I'd almost be passed out and the damn mutt would come charging in, jump on one side of the bed and bounce me off the other side.