I FINALLY got sloshed! Yea! That concludes the six month long fast from alcohol that I've had to endure because of synchro, school and a whole bunch of other bloody things.

Okay, there's some things you should prolly know right now:

1. Contrary to popular opinion and blaring evidence, I am not a boozehound.
2. When I get really tired, like I am at the moment, I say things that make no sense and should really be ignored.
3. I don't stalk little boys. That's Kristi's whole idea, and she's just using me to project her fantasys.
4. I can't spell worth a shit.
5. I feel as though I'm going to puke.

Now that you know this, let's continue on, shall we?

Last night/this morning, Darryl, Linky, Clitty, Fraser and I all hung out at Linky's house where we sat around, talked, jammed and generally made a whole lot of noise. Or rather, Darryl goofed off with the keyboard while Fraser sat and tried to make me drink nasty booze, and Linky and Clitty listened to, and talked about, Tool. And what did I do, perchance? Why, I sat on Linky's chair and stared at the wall while alcohol numbed my brain and higher bodily functions. And ocassionally said something really fast and slurred so that it made no sense at all. Then I would put my head down and close my eyes and someone would make some comment about how I was a lightweight and things of that nature, to which I would make some what-seemed-at-the-time-to-be-a-witty-response-at-the-time in my drunken state and then stare at the wall some more.

Fun, yes I know. Highlights of the evening included my dear brother Linky stealing a perchase divider from Sobeys by cramming it down his pants, and walking back to Linky's house from the Admirals while Linky and Clitty sang songs about walking clitori. Highlights of the following morning included going to Timms and listening to Darryl, Clitty and Linky make plays on the Timms menu, and then returning to sleep until twelve, cleaning Linky's apartment (all by myself), and then going to Arby's, where Linky has an admirer. Then Linky and I went back to the Homestead, whereupon my mum, sister Athena, Linky and I went out again to drop Linky off, go to Blockbuster, and then to A&P to get a little bit of groceries, and where Athena and I made complete asses of ourselves in front of the younger brother of the guy I asked to dance at prom last year, and who is kinda cute and my age, by giggling like schoolgirls on crack and arguing about insults.

Athena insists that if she can't use my words (I'll explain later) then she can call me various types of headwear. I still haven't figured out why.

Well, I believe that I should place a pause in my report, mostly cuz I've already covered pretty well everything that I remember happening. Not only that, but there's apparently something of mine on the sidewalk outside so I'm going to go get it now.

And this concludes the Boozefest report number one and brings meaning to Why I Feel As Though I'm Going To Puke. This is the psychotic sister of Linky signing off.