not_jon

Good day my fellow internet goers I am today of course typing to you through a haze of semi-drunkenness and the dry embrace of what later will be known as the mother of all hangovers. I have barely made it into work and am currently staring blankly at my pc like a pirate who has just stole a chest full of fools gold. This blog has no point what so ever I just feel the need to vent. I know what your think, getting tanked on a school night what a looser, but it's not entirely my fault you see I had the miss fortune of bumping into my flat mate and at the point of happy drunk. I was such a nice level of happy drunk that I drank down the sickly blue shots that he continued to produce from god knows where. Then my memory vanishes. I distantly remember someone falling down, who where they and why do I feel like it was my fault? I also remember talking to cute bar girl, I really hope that the sounds that limply feel out of my mouth formed the correct shape as to be classified as words. Even more I hope that these word came together to form a coherent sentence, and top of all of that I hope that sentence was witty and fantastic and managed to hide the fact that I am an utter turd. I really do feel like my flat mate took me for a joy ride. I bet he took it on the road. Come see the obscenely drunk guy, behold his attempts to make words. People in the crowds would say things like "aah he thinks he's people" or "my god he is hideous". Anyway that last bit is nothing more than speculation I am fairly sure that my flat mate didn't get me drunk so he could tour Scotland with me as the star attraction of his very own freak show. Moral of the ramblings is somehow today if you happen to see me then give me a hug because I am in dire need of nurturing.