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
. 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...
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
. 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.![]()

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. 
Lots of love
from your friendly neighbourhood drunk,
Sugarburn
rayne

Friendly neighbourhood drunk eh? Sounds right up my alley sista!!! Strangely reminded of me at uni when I frequented a pub called The Stumble Inn ( and believe me I did!) Just got back from London after a mega mission that I will go into detail on my blog tomorrow. Now am on mega-mission with gorgeous boyf (who looks alot like Spike btw, don't hate me!) to get seriously wrecked. Cheers for the comments on my poem. Just posted up some new ones so check em out!
Rayne x