f r o z e n - v o d k a v6.11 | ||
25 March 2006 || Drunktastic. | ||
I am considerably drunker than I have been in very many months. In fact, I think the last time I was this incredibly drunk was in Portland, the night before my mom flew in. Sidenote: the illustrious frozen-vodka is not typing this, she is dictating it to me, one of her newest, bestest friends. Or so she says/calls me. The night before my mom flew in to Portland was my "going away party" at Braveheart's. It was me, Braveheart, Poppet, and Zima. I'll start a new cast page soon, because I totally just made up Zima's nickname. That was a good night. We dyed Zima's cat orange with Kool-Aid, and she didn't hate me yet, I don't think. That was probbaly the start. We killed a lot of tequila. And vodka. A lot. And bitch beer. Somehow, Poppet and I wound up at my place, with a massive thing of brownie bites and frosting. I don't know what happened. I remember being at Braveheart's and lounging on the couch, one big me/Poppet/Braveheart pile, and Zima coming out to check on us, somehow trying to accuse me of flirting with Braveheart? *chuckles* Probably. I was probably flirting with her as well. Who knows. So yes. Drunk. Very. A few guys got some new video game and they're breaking it in, and the girls opted for a drinking game. It's almost strange to me, that I'm drunk with people that are not fighting or making out, or trying to grope me. I think that's why I'm remembering that night in Portland. And now they're talking about a run for munchies and crunchies. I need to throw my two cents in here. I crave hummus. Hummmmmmussssss. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. That is all. << || >> |
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