Always sucks to be so drunk that you talk to people you would ordinarily not talk to, or worse say something you want to take back the next morning. Anyway you still rule and all.
heh heh. thinking of your memories of kissing people, one of those people was awfully bummed out when, as he was on the verge of becomig unconscious, he realized that his various debaucheries hadn't earned any points on the immorality quiz. it was hilarious. better luck tonight, perhaps? i was too fucking tired to do anything fun yesterday, i went home and slept a whole bunch. but it's ok, we'll tear shit up tonight. i know i'll be wearing my boots...
Dude, I was wasted in a completely different way yesterday. I'm going to get very very drunk tonight while wearing nice clothes, though. I hope I run into you. yum.
I knew a guy in grad school, Brad, a doctoral student. He'd go to department parties at professor's houses and be blasted before the hors d'oeuvres were out. He christened a newly installed hardwood floor with vomit. He spilled one glass of wine on three profs and two students. He tried to pick up the graduate coordinator, who's a lesbian. And yet, he defended his thesis and got his degree, and now he's teaching somewhere in the prairies. When I think I've made an ass of myself I think of Brad, and then I don't feel so bad. Even asses can get by it seems.
Not that you're an ass. I'm just saying. I should go.
please let me come back as a kick-ass suicide girl in my next life.
Love,
Lamia
thanks for kicking ass on the fem vs. maso thread.
you rule.