let the record show that on this night/morn, I am drinking myself to sleep.
my poison?
vodka.
cheap vodka.
straight.
oh and also: go see Shrek the 3. because it has the immigrant song in it. actually it's my favorite part of the whole movie.
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12 comments:
sethamus, are you depressed?
i still heart you, like a ton =)
i miss swearing at you. you should call me. lol.
i'm alright.
hkd -- alright maybe I will. maybe right now. maybe.
just please let it not be russian prince vodka, that shits bad.
nope. heaven hill.
i'll call you later on tonight...after i play poker...
yeah!
i wouldn't mind having a drink right now.
but i'll just stick with the pepsis and tears in the middle of the night, instead.
Let the record show you need to fucking write more.
And cheap vodka is the Gatorade of martinis.
did you die?
do i have to call you and tell you to write more?
mother f!!!
yes. yes. and yes.
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