OK, I am so drunk right now. I'm a boufty shiteweight. I've only had like three beers, but I haven't drunk anything in a long time, just a few beers in the past month- when I had my party here.
I like hanging out with my housemates they are cool- Ammie took me out to the Brewery and we checked out all the gay Smithys- She could sleep with them if she wasn't so shy about it at least.
Ammie is lamenting her inabilty to hook up with the Smithys. She wants me to find the straight girls, but I have no gaydar. For whatever reason, I am attracted to all the gay girls in this town. I dunno, it's my thing for short hair I guess.
When I was at Hampshire, I made out with a lesbian, but that was at Drag Ball, and she said I made a cute chick- yeah, a little weird, but whatever, I was getting over myy ex-girlfriend. More weird was this year's dragball, when the pro drag queens were complimenting me- I have pics in my pics folder.
Ammie feels the need to announce to the world that I am straight, but I know that, so whatever yo [edit]. Ammie says yo. Damnit, I'm drunk. Being drunk is great [edit]. Man, I had to go in the water today to get my frisbee, and it was fucking cold. just because the sun is out doesn't mean the water gets warm.
So now I've track of what I was saying, and I am too drunk to read what I wrote, so can I just say that girls are awesome? I totally understand how girls want other girls, because what's not to love? OK, I don't really feel the neeed to get graphic here, so I won't- I think this is a good place to leave off.
Writing while your drunk is good like Hemingway or Thompson. Poor fucking Thompson, he did it his way, but man, it's so sad- where's the hope now? He wasn't thinking of the little people. At least we can take comfort in the fact that that was what he wanted- that he went the way of his hero. I was never as big a fan as my friends were, but I got the point, Gonzo is the way- who needs fiction/non-fiction? I've always thought of writing as a record for when our civilization is gone (isn't that how we judge other civilizations past?), and at first people won't be able to discern the difference between fiction and non fiction.
I think fiction would paint a better picture of our world anyway. Truth is stranger than fiction, right? Maybe that's only because we know the difference, but people do some fucked up things- I know.
OK, I really need to sleep now, I'm sure this isn't doing anybody any good. But it is really fun to write, and I don't get to do it that often. Maybe I'll write something creative later, do a kind off installment thing with a story on here. Like D. adams, Hitchiker's Guide style- what's next?even the author doesn't know!
Good night.
ps- I'd just like to note that it's a good thing that I don't have any ex-girlfriends that i can actually bother right now- I'm over the girl I'm in love with (if you've ever been in love that makes sense, I swear), and I don't care about my last girlfriend (she knew that from the beginning, and she swore to me all the time she was cool with it- I'm just a guy, all I have to go on is what she says, and when I tried to break up with her anyway cause I was exercising independant thought and thinking she wouldn't be happy with our arrangement, she wanted me back, so what was I to do?). Cast stones Here:
pps- I need to stop, or I'm gonna ust write until dawn, when I'll fall alseep in my chair only to be awaken by... Damn, fell asleep and lost my train of thought- be right back.
I like hanging out with my housemates they are cool- Ammie took me out to the Brewery and we checked out all the gay Smithys- She could sleep with them if she wasn't so shy about it at least.
Ammie is lamenting her inabilty to hook up with the Smithys. She wants me to find the straight girls, but I have no gaydar. For whatever reason, I am attracted to all the gay girls in this town. I dunno, it's my thing for short hair I guess.
When I was at Hampshire, I made out with a lesbian, but that was at Drag Ball, and she said I made a cute chick- yeah, a little weird, but whatever, I was getting over myy ex-girlfriend. More weird was this year's dragball, when the pro drag queens were complimenting me- I have pics in my pics folder.
Ammie feels the need to announce to the world that I am straight, but I know that, so whatever yo [edit]. Ammie says yo. Damnit, I'm drunk. Being drunk is great [edit]. Man, I had to go in the water today to get my frisbee, and it was fucking cold. just because the sun is out doesn't mean the water gets warm.
So now I've track of what I was saying, and I am too drunk to read what I wrote, so can I just say that girls are awesome? I totally understand how girls want other girls, because what's not to love? OK, I don't really feel the neeed to get graphic here, so I won't- I think this is a good place to leave off.
Writing while your drunk is good like Hemingway or Thompson. Poor fucking Thompson, he did it his way, but man, it's so sad- where's the hope now? He wasn't thinking of the little people. At least we can take comfort in the fact that that was what he wanted- that he went the way of his hero. I was never as big a fan as my friends were, but I got the point, Gonzo is the way- who needs fiction/non-fiction? I've always thought of writing as a record for when our civilization is gone (isn't that how we judge other civilizations past?), and at first people won't be able to discern the difference between fiction and non fiction.
I think fiction would paint a better picture of our world anyway. Truth is stranger than fiction, right? Maybe that's only because we know the difference, but people do some fucked up things- I know.
OK, I really need to sleep now, I'm sure this isn't doing anybody any good. But it is really fun to write, and I don't get to do it that often. Maybe I'll write something creative later, do a kind off installment thing with a story on here. Like D. adams, Hitchiker's Guide style- what's next?even the author doesn't know!
Good night.
ps- I'd just like to note that it's a good thing that I don't have any ex-girlfriends that i can actually bother right now- I'm over the girl I'm in love with (if you've ever been in love that makes sense, I swear), and I don't care about my last girlfriend (she knew that from the beginning, and she swore to me all the time she was cool with it- I'm just a guy, all I have to go on is what she says, and when I tried to break up with her anyway cause I was exercising independant thought and thinking she wouldn't be happy with our arrangement, she wanted me back, so what was I to do?). Cast stones Here:
pps- I need to stop, or I'm gonna ust write until dawn, when I'll fall alseep in my chair only to be awaken by... Damn, fell asleep and lost my train of thought- be right back.
but i loved your drunk entry. i can just imagine you all drunk with your red ears. lol.
sweet dreams darling