I feel a little drunk, and a lot lazy. I don't feel like sitting here but I don't feel like getting up either. Anyway, I am going to indulge my emo side here and say something I've been thinking a lot lately, and I'm going to remain oblique in doing so and not name names, and that's just how it's going to be. I don't have to justify a damn thing ( Read more... )

God's honest truth: it's 2am, I've already had something like six (seven? eight?) whiskeys and a double whopper, and if I wasn't so lazy I could really go for some Taco Bell right now. Good thing I'm so lazy ( Read more... )

Oh my god.

I think I was poisoned. Thirty hours after drinking a mere five (or six) whiskey-sodas and a single shot (no small amount, but let's be honest, I've drank more), I'm still sick. I'm floored, bedridden, queasy and super-hungover sick. Olivia thinks alcohol poisoning, but I thought that came from excesses greater than this ( Read more... )