I find that thinking of liquor in the feminine sense really does help me felicitate a genuine, open and honest relationship with the booze that I drink. Me and mistress smirnoff, we is gonna have us real good time tonight. She never rejects my clumsy advances. She doesn't care if I haven't shaved for a few weeks, or showered for the same. A true
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re-activating account so I read friends-locked entries -- don't plan on throwing any more of my pearls before the swine, not here at least, new site www.dirtyfilthy.net
Awaking to the unrepentant sunshine, a vicious, savage, big black bruise of a hangover, an hour late to work and then the shattered fragments of last nights emotional violence staring me in the face like a mirror full of busted teeth. Surveying the damage it looks like I can never return to Christchurch
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That's it, enough pussying around. Time to man up. I'm going to present at kiwiconBRIEF: One Fat Fuck vs Foucault: Game theoretic approaches to gaming
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Drinking southern comfort on the rocks normally makes my balls tingle and my cock crave cunt juice, but not tonight. Tonight I don't feel like fucking anyone. It's kinda strange, all the fuss I made about this girl, that girl, but now I just find myself tired of everything, people, everything, limp dicked and slumped in my seat. Not even the
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Ken lived in a bus and he drank ferociously. He bought the bus after a friend of mine, half-jokingly. suggested the idea when Ken was considering buying a house. The advantages of a mobile lifestyle quickly became apparent: “No court bailiff is ever gonna find me in this!” he would chuckle in a voice like rusted machinery. It's a little known
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Some of Gran's herbal remedy took the edge off the worst of the nausea and I crawled into work to be miserable. The mornings have always been for me a time of quiet introspection, a time for taking stock and surveying the damage. The combination of a hangover plus the final notice red stamp invoice for emotional costs incurred is a potent one, a
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Aw, I'm really sorry Charlene, if I had only known I was in the presence of a saint I would have toned down my language, as per the pope's rather strict specifications. But, because, and, quite possibly, prehensilely, instead of, given my somewhat sub-standard country school upbringing I am left without the benefits of an extensive vocabulary, I
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