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Cheap Drunk
Aug. 4th, 2002 09:35 pmWoo! Something with lemonade in the title, can't be arsed to remember the whole thing, and I've got fluid for bones. It's kinda fun.
Kitten! In my lap, nose in my elbow. He wants to be petted, but will be DENIED. I am not quite fully drunk, but happily sloshed - yes sloshed is the term, and therefore am morally obligated to post rambling sloshy messages to Livejournal about my sloshed status.
We found a house today, which, considering I hadn't been looking for a house this morning, is pretty good progress.
Oh water. Water good.
It's a nice little three bedroom in Wallingford with room for Ali, Lori and me, and a little basement room into which I may stash Deb or my brother or both.
Whee! I get my brother in ... counts four months? Soon, anyway, and Paris in the bargain, and then he'll do marathons and climbing Denali and other amazing things that I'll admire from my comfy little armchair.
I wrote him a postcard from Orlando, but didn't get a chance to mail it. I'm such a bad sister.
Me and correspondance, man. If it weren't for the effort I don't make, I'd swear I was cursed.
Happily, there is Livejournal, which is wonderfully convenient for these not-quite-midnight, not-quite-drunken rambles.
Kitten! In my lap, nose in my elbow. He wants to be petted, but will be DENIED. I am not quite fully drunk, but happily sloshed - yes sloshed is the term, and therefore am morally obligated to post rambling sloshy messages to Livejournal about my sloshed status.
We found a house today, which, considering I hadn't been looking for a house this morning, is pretty good progress.
Oh water. Water good.
It's a nice little three bedroom in Wallingford with room for Ali, Lori and me, and a little basement room into which I may stash Deb or my brother or both.
Whee! I get my brother in ... counts four months? Soon, anyway, and Paris in the bargain, and then he'll do marathons and climbing Denali and other amazing things that I'll admire from my comfy little armchair.
I wrote him a postcard from Orlando, but didn't get a chance to mail it. I'm such a bad sister.
Me and correspondance, man. If it weren't for the effort I don't make, I'd swear I was cursed.
Happily, there is Livejournal, which is wonderfully convenient for these not-quite-midnight, not-quite-drunken rambles.
