In times of economic turmoil, one re-animates FDR...I MEAN blogs to survive. Blog on, brothers.

[sugacube]

My friend Jillian is starting a poetry blog, so I'm gonna deliver my post in T.A.P., better known as TOTALLY AWESOME POETRY!!!! FUCK WHAT YOU HEARD!!!!

Anyway:

Drunk at the Company Christmas Party
Nora screams "NOOOO!" while I vomit
(just outside of the bathroom door, of course, She was keeping an eye on me

Comments

[allforaught]

You started to sound slightly e.e.cummings-esque somewhere around the middle...I think it was all the parentheses.

[faeuboulanger]

Teehee.

[newbettedavis]

Like "Big" and "Fight Club," you mean.

And by "Fight Club" I mean that you created me in your imagination.

You are actually typing this comment, Lindsey. People do it everyday, they comment on their own livejournals. They see themselves as they'd like to be, they don't have the courage you have, to just run with it.

[sugacube]

When you quote Fight Club to me, I want to marry you all over again.

[newbettedavis]

Is Snockard your bad dream? Or are you Snockard's?