Drunken Ramblings
So, as this would be my first post (and as I try to explain to my girlfriend, “It’s my first toast”), I thought it would be appropriate to be drunk for this. As usual. It is apparently the status quo for Lynyrd to be drinking and/or stoned to post anything worthwhile anywhere ever. Seriously. I really wish that drinking did not invoke such horrible ramblings that is about to commence. But in all honesty is not significant in any way whatsoever.
I sit here, not at my house, but at my good friend’s house, where she is calling random men from her past life, calling them “Fuck-bastards” while I laugh at her and she asks “What the fuck are you laughing at?”. I just don’t know how to respond. “Quieres bailar?” The next question out of her mouth. No, I don’t want to fucking dance. Jesus. Come on. Now she’s talking about this elusive blue-eyed bastard from about eight months ago that she just talked to while DWI’ing. That, to the layman, would be Dialing While Intoxicated. I haven’t made the step to DWI’ing quite yet. I’m simply on the internet myspacing my ass off and making a total fool of myself to several people that I’ve been keeping a close eye on. But not really. It’s not like I’ve confessed my love to anyone tonight. Oh, wait. Maybe typing “I wanna be on you” is pretty damn close to confessing my love. But lust would be different than love. So, whatever.
I’m quickly losing my train of thought as I’m typing, simply because I am really too drunk to comprehend what I just wrote. I am just trying to type and spell everything correctly. Because I am that anal-retentive. Being a Virgo does that to you. I just hope that there’s a computer around in Amsterdam, because I know my best thoughts come when I have been partaking in all things illegal.
Will keep you posted.