I just keep coming back don't I?:>>
I am surprised that I can actually type in a legable fashion, being that I am three sheets to the wind on rum at the moment:roll:. Not to mention a cowboy shot that tasted like shit and if I had any germs left from my flu then they are well and truly burnt away now...:))
Emma took me to Arvo's today, you see. It is a thing at the uni club where booze is cheaper than usual and so we split a jug of rum and coke and just chatted while getting fershickered(drunkish). Duck, a guy from college who has brain damage, offered to sing to me being that there is karaoke there. But he sings to every girl. He's a seranade slut.:))
Emma tried to convince me to invite Gaso to the club with me when she and I go back to the club later... Because there's nothng like having someone who smells like rum hit on you...:no: I am so far thinking that it is not a good idea. We'll see if I stick to it... because there could be saki and vodka later. And that never ends well:**:XX(. Alcohol makes my decision making brain lobe thingy very dumb. Elvis could tell me which part I lose control over, but I never pay attention in class, so I'm fucked.>:(;D
Well, I'm meeting Emma at 5:45 for dinner, and being that my motor skills are seriously impaired at this particular point in time, I should start getting ready now. :yes:

Lots of love
from your friendly neighbourhood drunk,
Sugarburn:wave: