electronic booty call
I'm really, really overdue for a drunken entry. I haven't drunkdialed the lj in a long, long, time. Shitfaced entries are always so much fun, too- the many typos, the incoherent inside jokes, the revealing of too much information, the way I read it the next morning and wonder what the fuck I was on about, the next-day entry that says something about 'how hungover I am and seriously, what the fuck was I on about.' oh, the fun! oh, the possibilities!
I'm sorry for neglecting you, internet. I owe you a late-night entry. I can't promise anything, because I might spend the night out. But then again, all I really need is access to a computer. Damn, internet, you're easy. And in that case, if all goes well, I'll be seeing you later on tonight.
I'm sorry for neglecting you, internet. I owe you a late-night entry. I can't promise anything, because I might spend the night out. But then again, all I really need is access to a computer. Damn, internet, you're easy. And in that case, if all goes well, I'll be seeing you later on tonight.