the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:08 a.m. + 2005-12-02 = who ARE you going to call?
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i'm drunk.
intentionally.
it's been a good MONTH [and then some] since i had me some whiskey.
bourbon whiskey. rebel yell, to be exact.
i am sitting in my calming pan-scandinavian den/office/guest room... just in from the bittercold-outside. clad in soled-slippers, left-foot sock, and small, lightpink, american apparel briefs. obviously, i've forgotten to hide my d'cam prior to partaking in the whiskey...
seriously though, it's been AGES since i've been drunk.... or even buzzing, for that matter.
all vision is like that of mid 90's computer video games. everything appears to be through the eyes of lara croft or Doom soldier.
[[sickening that THOSE are the things to which i allude.]]
talked to him and andymonkey tonight.
all in all... righteous evening/night/early morning.
[[probably because i watched "Me and You and Everyone We Know" for the first time this morning at 8am. followed, immediately, by a second screening [with coffee and wheat-free, pb cereal].]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
