Because we can can can
Hi everyone,
I'm getting drunk because I can. And I am at home, yes, on my own. So I'm bored. I cleaned the oven which was rivetting, sintilating stuff. I think I've become accustomed to not being alone. But I'm not sure if I love the aloneity or hate it. I'm getting into it. So, everyone's out and this is me.
Mmmm I'm kind of feeling the hunger. At the moment I'm going through a Garbage and Madonna phase. I'm going through a compilation phase, y'see. I made such a good Garbage compilation CD it's like not even funny. Now that all (or most) of their good songs are bunched up together I really adore them.
You know I just had a flashback! Getting drunk at Broome St. Oh how I loved that house. It was a massive old, old wooden federationy house off Beaufort St about 20 mins walk from the Court (that's hot). It's what they call a "Character home" which means, basically, falling to pieces and/or cockroach-infested. I remember sitting on my brown couches (which I gave to some deroes) and drinking passion pop in the night. Oh, the days! I actually kind of miss that atmos. But anyway, enough nostalgia for one Monday night.
Oh, the days.
Tick, Tick. 2 hours to Desperate Housewives. This is sad. I HAVE to be more independant than this. Maybe I should go out. MM. I could go and get more red wine. But does the budget allow? Tick, tock. I guess it's a matter of priorities. What do I factor in, a yummy dinner or alcohol? If I'm going all the way with this thing - I really have to buy alot of alcohol or just not even bother.... mmm. Or yumminess.
Anyway i must be boring the bejezus out of you sweetheart!
Mwah, Mwah
Luv ya, ya bum.
I'm getting drunk because I can. And I am at home, yes, on my own. So I'm bored. I cleaned the oven which was rivetting, sintilating stuff. I think I've become accustomed to not being alone. But I'm not sure if I love the aloneity or hate it. I'm getting into it. So, everyone's out and this is me.
Mmmm I'm kind of feeling the hunger. At the moment I'm going through a Garbage and Madonna phase. I'm going through a compilation phase, y'see. I made such a good Garbage compilation CD it's like not even funny. Now that all (or most) of their good songs are bunched up together I really adore them.
You know I just had a flashback! Getting drunk at Broome St. Oh how I loved that house. It was a massive old, old wooden federationy house off Beaufort St about 20 mins walk from the Court (that's hot). It's what they call a "Character home" which means, basically, falling to pieces and/or cockroach-infested. I remember sitting on my brown couches (which I gave to some deroes) and drinking passion pop in the night. Oh, the days! I actually kind of miss that atmos. But anyway, enough nostalgia for one Monday night.
Oh, the days.
Tick, Tick. 2 hours to Desperate Housewives. This is sad. I HAVE to be more independant than this. Maybe I should go out. MM. I could go and get more red wine. But does the budget allow? Tick, tock. I guess it's a matter of priorities. What do I factor in, a yummy dinner or alcohol? If I'm going all the way with this thing - I really have to buy alot of alcohol or just not even bother.... mmm. Or yumminess.
Anyway i must be boring the bejezus out of you sweetheart!
Mwah, Mwah
Luv ya, ya bum.