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About me because I am drunk. Yes, right now I am. Do you think I'm NOT?

Well, I am. I guess that counts as thing # 61. Would you feel cheated if I used that as a post?

I repetitively repeat bullshit when I drink. Did you know? Well now you do.

"Just one more vodka cranberry," I was thinking.

I did not cotton to the near room-spinningness I would be courting when I had that 4th vodka cranberry beverage. Would it help to know that my people hail from the Emerald Isle? Would that excuse Tuesday Drunkenness?

Have a happy sleep time (or day time?), my much loved readers. More coherent blogposts to come.

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"Spin around and fall down / do it again." -- Everclear

Comments

Lance Manion said…
I used to excuse Tuesday drunkeness by saying, "Well, at least it's the weekend somewhere." But it turns out it's not. Stupid international date line. So now I just loudly declare that the weekend begins now and don't show up for two days.

They love me at work.
9:01 AM
Meadow said…
LOL @ Lance
9:25 AM
V said…
LOL too, Lance. Thankfully I'm off for summer vacation and the weekend really does begin now.

I'm sure, LBB... I'm like Charles fuckin' Bukowski now.

I was gonna take this post down, Goddess, but now you three have witnessed it so I will leave it up as a badge of shame and to remind myself that I really need to STOP at 3 double vodka cranberries. :)
2:20 PM
Bourgeois Dave said…
P'shaw. I don't think you even misspelled that many words. Besides it's always mildly interesting to get hammered, blog, then read it the next day while recovering.
4:59 PM
Meadow said…
Ah yes, a witness. Oh, the posts I have taken down before spotted ...
2:24 PM
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