I should start keeping a list of all of the really attractive things I say to my girlfriend in the middle of sex, like
"Oh god, I think I ate too much quiche earlier."
"I’m sorry for laughing so much, I just keep thinking about John Wilkes Booth."
I’m about to watch Blazing Saddles with my girlfriend, and it’s making me think about the numerous times that me and my group of friends have gotten into screaming matches with each other over whether Mel Brooks is funny or not. We all just have really passionate opinions on the matter.
But we’re also usually high when this happens, so they’re probably never as intense as I remember.
I entirely agree :) personally, I detest opiates. But hope it worked out
I’ve had a really bad habit for years of turning into a Drunk History person whenever I’ve drank too much at party. A couple of weeks ago I went to a Halloween party at a good friend’s house, and after quite a few rounds of shots and glasses of cider, I ended up giving a lecture to several people in the living room about the puppet state of Manchukuo, the following mass suicide, and Japan’s obsession with killing zoo animals during WWII. It’s all really distressing subject matter, but I was just so happy that people were really attentively listening to me talk, that I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time. Then finally my friend was like “This is awful! I’m learning about awful things right now that I never knew about and feel terrible, and you’re smiling like a madman!”
The point of this is that if you ever get drunk around me, expect weird history lectures.
Be careful, it’s difficult to know how much will extract into water
I’m making opium tea for the first time right now, so I guess we’ll see how this goes?
So I got drunk tongiht and went to the final dead hipster which isn’t a big deal if you’re not from Missoula, but whatever. And then I noticed my phone was missing halfway through dancing, and I went outside and started crying because it’s an iphone and I can’t afford a new one and don’t have insurance, so my friend Kristine brought me me back to her house and called a cab and I cried about everything that’s wrong in my life and she listened, and then my friend Kevin called and said that he texted my phone asking where I was and apparently the guy answered like “this isn’t my phone I just stole it out of some girl’s pocket” and Kevin found him and punched him and was like “give me the fucking phone” so the point of this is that I can go pick my phone up from Kevin tomorrow so everything’s ok. So I have my awesome iphone back, and that makes it ok that I cried for half the night over the fact that my rapist was found not guilty in court, because I now have an awesome pink iphone and I danced to “I don’t Care” while drunk and dressed as teh Log Lady from Twin Peaks and am goign on a road trip in a month. and I have my iphone back.
I’m really drunk, sorry.. #drunkblogging
Tomorrow’s my birthday!
And today my mom told me she feels really bad, because apparently she didn’t get one of her paychecks in time, so there won’t really be any presents to open.
But really all I want for my birthday is a cake that she doesn’t eat all of before I get the chance to have any.
Someone on facebook just posted “I hate racism! African Americans, Hispanics, Asians, and other people that are different aren’t even that bad!”
And so this where I’m walking away from my computer for a while, pretend I don’t actually know the people I know, and go finally finish Assassin’s Creed 3. And maybe put some ice or something on my knee, because I dislocated my kneecap again today.