I care not that I’m lying on the couch in a perfectly good skirt that really should be taken off before it wrinkles. Well, I’m aware of it, as you can see, but I kinda care not. At least a little. Robert Downey wrinkle release isn’t just for drunkards anymore. Stellar.
Cricket has attempted to sit on my face not twice, but THRICE, and I haven’t flinched. I giggled until she moved her hairy little bum, but I didn’t swat at her. I would have missed.
I might very well take my contacts out and put them on the hardwoods until morning. Yeah, I said it.
I forgot what four was for.
Pizza would be fabu, but the phone might as well be on one of the Russian limbs of the MIR Space Station. Or on my kitchen table.
I luuuurve you guys.
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Kris, you crack me up! Hi-larious.
I had a hungover moment this morning where I was laying (or rather, dying) on my couch and all I wanted was water. But the water was soooooooo far away. In the fridge to be exact. And to relieve myself of my parched condition would have required me to walk a whole 6 steps!!
somehow, getting drunk on a sunday is so much more eventful and funny than getting drunk on a saturday. have fun at work tomorrow :)
I hope it was a tantalizing little red you’ve communed with. Makes it woth it later, yanno.
Shameful.
Getting all likkered up without us.
DAMMIT!
:)
Whee! I loves me some drunk posts! You’re funny.
I’m so pleased that you said “THRICE.” Not enough people use that kind of phrasing anymore. And I’ve always wondered … what comess after thrice? Fource? Frice?
I can relate to the cat thing. (I’m pretty sure Cricket is a cat and not a marmot or other large rodent.) Whenever I’m on the couch and in a state where movement is rather more effort than I’m either capable of or willing to do, that’s when Gonzo gets on me and, as she purrs, sticks her ass in my face.
Not sure why that is.
btw … were you hangin’ with Italians today?
Have I told you how much I enjoy ironing things?
You’re a cute drunk.
Oh my god. I hope your hangover was/is a lot better than mine, I am still dying 48 hours later. My friend had to send me songs at work just to make me feel better about myself and the world. Wicked, WICKED white wine
Drunk. Blogging. Cat sitting on face.
Perfect.
What the hell is four for anyway?
Hee hee!
By the way, us heeere South Dakotans happen to know that North Dakota only has 1 internet access. Some dude in Fargo-dontcha know?
Not a girl not yet a what?
And yes, what was four?
i love drunk posts
I’d rather have this bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.
Is that a part of the diet? Too drunk to find food?
You spell good when you’re drunk.
hilarious
Oh God Kris. I can FEEL the hangover you must be experiencing right now.
Oh, and we lurve you too kitten.
i’m seething with jealousy.
Here’s my million dollar idea: you, me, and some other drunk-asses start up a blog explicitly for drunken posts. It’s gold, I tell ya!
P.S. Blogger may or my not have eaten my last comment, so this may appear twice.
Love it! I was doing the same thing last night!
Drunk writing=goooooood! But please don’t leave your contacts on the floor….blech! :)
yep you were most definitely wasted.
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haaaahahahahaha! I’m SO pleased to learn I’m not the only drunk poster around the internets.
If you lurve us so much, don’t leave us!