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The Day After

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Private to Laura, You have got to be fucking kidding me. I have to do it all over again? Come on! You have to know it isn't going to happen this month.

 

To everyone else. I survived. And pretty much unscathed. I have cotton mouth and an upset stomach, but hardly a headache, so I think I have fared well in this experiment in webtainment.  But to be truthful, the thought of food sickens me to the very heart of my being, so…

 

So to give you the run down on what really happened.

 

I was a little drunker than I thought when I wrote the first paragraph. I was totally fucked up when I wrote the second blog entry. And by the time the third one came around, JP was here and, well, let’s just say, I was no longer interested in blogging.

 

Some points of interest,

  • I did have dinner ready. Apparently when drunk I forget stuff or just lie about it. Not sure which
  • I couldn’t figure out why there were grapes and Danish all over my kitchen until I read the blog. So apparently I am a messy forgetful drunk.
  • I am a whiny bitch drunk
  • I use “OH” a lot when drunk.
  • I ramble when drunk
  • I don’t remember much after the second blog post… Except I do remember going on RuPaul’s site. Probably more Drag Queen or Drag Hag hate mail for me. They are worse than the fucking G0YS. I am still on the G0Ys shit list and that was two years ago… I am hoping Drag Queens and their handlers have shorter memories. I also remember falling twice.
  • Apparently, Duane is a very difficult name to type while drunk.
  • Logic is a secondary consideration when intoxicated.
  • If what they say is true about alcohol and telling the truth, I really do love my Twin.

 

JP seems mad at me this morning, I hate to ask what he is mad about, so I won’t ask. We will have our own little DADT policy about last night. I remember going off on him as I was falling asleep. I remember feeling all pious and justified so it can’t be good. Whatever it was, he won’t let me touch him. LOL!

The moral of the story. Don't drink and type. Judgment is impaired when drinking.

 

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I don't remember last night... did I do that? LOL


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