a girl who doesn't normally have drinks decide to have a few drinks -- and by few i mean a literal few, three -- well that girl has fuzzy vision. and why is that girl typing? and why is that girl speaking from the third person point of view?
all questions have some sort of answers. however i do not have these answers. but i do know it's my bedtime. but first i need to let in the dog. wait. let out the dog, then let in the dog. crap. i need to go to bed.
maybe i'll weight myself b/c i've cut out soda in an effort to drop a few. let's see....
hey! i've dropped 10 pounds on account of losing soda! nice! that is seriously the only thing i've changed in the last couple o' weeks, and this is weighing myself at the end of the day --- after i've eaten and had booze and everything. 10 pounds. nifty!
is anyone on messenger right now? i'll check.
nope. damn it. i'm actually feeling chatty now.
so i'm guessing that all my funny/witty/cool cred points are seeping down the drain with this post. nuts.
and now i'll continue that downward trend some more b/c all of a sudden, i'm pretty awake.
i like the clash. this is something i've been thinking about alot lately. whilst listening to the clash, i feel cooler and more interesting than i actually am. i'm a horrible bore in real life, but when the clash is on, that horrible bore disappears and i'm funny & interesting kari with a slight british accent for just a few minutes.
and there are cats swarming around me. seriously. we have six cats- in a house they hide out well, so it's hard to tell until it is bedtime and then they act as though they are vultures and there is rotting flesh nearby. vultures who purr and want to cuddle and rub their faces against your chin. so maybe not like vultures at all. maybe just like cats. they can sense that you want not to be bothered by their...catness. and yet there they are, rubbing in your face, trying to chew at the corner of you ibook even though you shove them aside.
whew! is it not yet midnight?
and, on a final note, here are the choice spam messages of the day:
"Inter-est rate of 3.59%" (they haven't run a credit check yet, have they?)
"Who else wants $148,000.00?" (ME! ME! I'M RAISING MY HAND!)
"The Ultimate Online Pharmaceutical"
"Mr. Ott has $220,000.00 for you!" (Yay! Mr. Ott, I'm waiting...)
sweet dreams.
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Inspired by this entry, I blogged drunk tonight, too. It was an interesting experience.
Funny riff on the spam, as usual. :-)
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