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Sunday, August 01, 2004I can't feel my fingers
Hello, and welcome to another episode of drunken Sarah theatre.
You know that scene in Office Space where Peter says "Everytday since I started working has been worse than the day before. So everyday you see me.. that's the worst day of my life"? Well, let's alter that quote a little to fit the Paris household and the strangeness that is Spot: "Everytime I visit this place I drink more than the last. So, everytime you see me...that's the drunkest I've ever been". Wow. That's messed up. I love this feeling. I can't feel my fingers, my eyes won't focus, but I've discovered that a) I'm a happy drunk... because I'm a happy everything. I'm a happy Spottle nowadays. I'm having so much fun. I'm rocking out. I'm living large. I'm loving fully. b) I can completely focus on what I'm doing when I'm drinking. I can totally type fully well... even though I can't stand up. I wonder if I'll remember tomorrow that I posted today? If not... surprise! c) I limbo better when I've been drinking. The requisite flexability comes from a further relaxation of my muscles, which are a result of an increased intake of Jim Bean and Sambuka. Yay Sambuka! You made my summer great! Jesse and I were just reflecting on my recent transformation a-la-more fun. He couldn't believe how much more I've been drinking. I reminded him that once September comes around, I plan to return to regular...old...boring...Sarah. Plus, no one will believe how much I drank, how much fun we had. I guess it's our secret. There it is Gabe! An uptadate just for you!@ Too nmaby frkigt shots...can't ype any more... too far gone. I love life so very much. 0 comments
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