So. I'm drunk.

[dar_jeeling]

There, see? Subject line? That's what you call a fair warning, right?

So. I'm drunk. Not the omg, can't move without fallling flat on my face drunk, but the I talk a really fucking lot and probably can't spell kind of drunk. I'm also cold and have probably caught pneumonia because it's still really fucking cold at night. Also, the soles of my feet are black because I ditched the shoes after an hour of dancing. (Blablabla, deleted bit.) It's more depressing in any case.

*rereads* Hm, yes, I am totally pathetic. Bottle of water, darling, where are you? I think I'll make myself some scrambled eggs now because I got the munchies.

Oh, in case someone was wondering (I'm certain no one did, but what the hell), I wore the black dress. Because I'm just that contrary. Okay, not really. I didn't have the right bra for the blue one (Omg, that's so interesting.) If this was German, I'd make a bad pun, but...uh, it isn't so I'll just stop with the rambling.

Comments

[of-evangeline.livejournal.com]

Hee, you're a cute drunk. :D Just wanted to drop a line since I haven't yet. So, hi! {Thanks for supporting the Clover cause. *g*}

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

I'm glad I'm not an obnoxious drunk! The Clover cause. There comes a time when you have to stand up for what you believe. *nods gravely*