Why is it that the Rumplemintze at the bar tastes so great and fucks me up proper whereas the bottle of the stuff that I bought at the liqour store tastes like ass and doesn't seem to fuck me up enough? That's so lame
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This is, in fact, the most impressive drunken post I have ever witnessed.
"Love" doesn't just happen, it has to be worked for, and I'm working my ass off for it. And it has paid off more than I ever thought it could. There's a lot to be said for having a partner you fight to keep, and I fought tooth and nail for Todd. It burned some bridges and pissed off some people, but those people moved on and so did we. Things are better now, I am confident of that. Todd and I are meant to be, and no amount of familial drama will change it.
That? Is beautiful. Actually that whole paragraph was, as well as the one before it, but I'd feel silly copy/pasting and quoting back the entire thing.
You have dreams that deal with classified subject matter and feel awkward because you want to share but can't except for to certain people because the dream itself was classified. You also end up with moral objections to whatever it is that you're doing but can't do a damn thing about it because it could lead to jail time. It sucks when your morality leads
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The fact that you can make a drunken journal post and be completely coherent with it is a magic that I wish I could possess. Seeing as the last time I made a drunk journal, even the sober follow up had spelling errors.
I honestly can't say that I read the whole thing. A head cold is slowing my thought process a fuck ton.
And yes, walking is hard when one is drunk. And here's hoping you didn't throw up. I had a black-out drinking session on accident while I was sitting in my room. The food I ate did little to prevent such.
I didn't get a chance to go completely in depth with the post, but I do recall you mentioning this to me the other day.
Love is hard work, yes. I know how that is, because I've gone through some extremely rough patches with the girlfriend. Nice to know Puppy's out of the Navy finally! Wish he had told me this XD freakin' jerk. I'll yell at him later about it lol.
Good job on coherent typing skills when intoxicated. You've officially joined the realm of awesome people who can do that (including myself, haha!)
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"Love" doesn't just happen, it has to be worked for, and I'm working my ass off for it. And it has paid off more than I ever thought it could. There's a lot to be said for having a partner you fight to keep, and I fought tooth and nail for Todd. It burned some bridges and pissed off some people, but those people moved on and so did we. Things are better now, I am confident of that. Todd and I are meant to be, and no amount of familial drama will change it.
That? Is beautiful. Actually that whole paragraph was, as well as the one before it, but I'd feel silly copy/pasting and quoting back the entire thing.
You have dreams that deal with classified subject matter and feel awkward because you want to share but can't except for to certain people because the dream itself was classified. You also end up with moral objections to whatever it is that you're doing but can't do a damn thing about it because it could lead to jail time. It sucks when your morality leads ( ... )
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I honestly can't say that I read the whole thing. A head cold is slowing my thought process a fuck ton.
And yes, walking is hard when one is drunk. And here's hoping you didn't throw up. I had a black-out drinking session on accident while I was sitting in my room. The food I ate did little to prevent such.
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Love is hard work, yes. I know how that is, because I've gone through some extremely rough patches with the girlfriend. Nice to know Puppy's out of the Navy finally! Wish he had told me this XD freakin' jerk. I'll yell at him later about it lol.
Good job on coherent typing skills when intoxicated. You've officially joined the realm of awesome people who can do that (including myself, haha!)
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