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

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

You won't get pneumonia from no shoes.
Thwarted again! By the evil powers of rationality!

Hm. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I could call it a pun. It would've made fun of the "halterloser BH" (strapless bra).

Pshaw. My last drunk post contained a your/you're mistake. Oh, the shame!

[enname.livejournal.com]

Cover your head and never come out again for mixing your your/you're! I expect paper bags and at least a minimum of flagellation. Admittedly I should partake of this too because I do it all the time ... and you know, meant to be a native speaker.

Down with rationality and all its nations. Dammit.

*g* There should be more mocking of the strapless bra.