NJ: drunk as shit
NJ: …….
krisis: How’d you guess!
NJ: Really? Me too!
by krisis
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Hi. This is amy. SO this is what i was thinking. Peter he’s behind me on my roomate’s bed bitching about the taste of vodka. and i’m like duh! so whatever. and this liz is on my couch passed out. but i got to see peter’s pastey little south philly ital-yaaan ass prance down my block. so it’s all good. quote of the night. “i’ll show you sumo wrestling.” I don’t have fixations with mugs or anything cute like that. my impression of peter “my nipple smells like coffee. pop jargon blog wark” roomate’s talking now. what? i don’t know. what is she saying? i don’t know. huh?! not listening! more impressions of peter “trio was choppy this week. my nipple still smells like coffee. or is that espresso?”
At Amy’s house. Vodka is a good friend. Just jogged down the block in my underwear. Incriminating pictures to be posted tomorrow. Now we eat nachos. I fall down whenever i laugh. That’s how you can tell i’m buzzed. WhoO!
The people who seem to be most fascinated by this little nugget of internet obscurity are some of my best friends… which is actually pretty weird. I suppose it’s a testament to how much they love my company… either that or they’re into playing voyeur to my intimate thoughts…. a-hem….
I have this sudden obsession with mugs… i almost bought a multi-coloured set of four of them today. Don’t ask me to explain it, but i just find mugs a comforting vessel, and all of the houses where i’ve spent lots of time in my life have owned lots and lots of mugs. I think for my birthday next year i’m going to ask every one of my friends to buy me a mug that symbolizes something we share with each other.
Dear god, i have a mug fixation. I might as well just age ten years have a few kids and move to the suburbs already and get it over with…