August 20th, 2006


Drunk post. WOO!


I am soooooo wasted.

I have to stay up long enough to avoid the bed spins.

Laura Brown (aka Candy Knockers, Hot Negotiator and Beer Activated Girl) dragged me out to see The Shitkickers at the blank club.

Bitch fed me shots of tequila.

LUCKILY Lonlopez found me at the Headly Club (chez Hotel DeAnaz -- chez Restaurant) and drove my sorry ass home.  But now I have to kiss up to Turk and Carla in the morning for a ride to work, cause my car is downtown still.

Thank goodness for faux alarm light.


Need water.  BRB.

That's Be Right Back for those of you (mom) who are reading, but not up on the "lingo" of teh intarnetz.

Mmmm. Tasty water.

Oh, yeah, I'm back, if you didn't notice.

Ug... Typing making dizy.

Love you.


Still fucking sober enought to CTRL-I CTRL-B to make bold and Italics for my signature, bitch!


Why does the headache get worse as the day goes on?

Thank goodness I'm here at the restaurant with an unlimited supply of food and beverage at my disposal.

But still, the head... oy. My own fault, of course.

And I just got done talking to Frank over at the Headly Club... I may have to help cocktail tonight cause they're short staffed.


Don't tell my head, my achey breaky head...