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coffeebuddha) wrote2011-01-14 06:49 pm
coffeebuddha) wrote2011-01-14 06:49 pm
This was going to be a whole thing about Sheldon/Wil and my dreaming in fanfic, but I'm drunk...
For dinner, I had a turkey, chicken, and brie sandwich accompanied a plastic cup of Arbor Mist wine. Calling Arbor Mist legitimate wine is like calling that skeevy guy at the mall who offers to take your pictures in his basement so that he can show them to his 'friend, the agent' a legitimate photographer.
Once my cup was empty, I realized there was not nearly enough alcohol in my system, so I poured myself a second cup of Arbor Mist 'wine', this time spiking the somewhat questionable sangria with some peach schnapps. Guys. Guys. It's like there's a fruit cocktail party in my mouth. Hee. Cock. XD Ignore me, I'm a twelve year old boy when I'm drunk. Or, well, when I'm sober. Pretty much all the time, really.
So! So, I'm nearly done with my second cup and I'm thinking a third cup is in order, because maybe it'll finally get me out of my self pitying slump and back to writing. That's what the greats do, right? Get wasted before they try and write? Eh, let's just go with that anyway.
Also! It's so super not fair that I'm still years-not many, mind you, but enough to be in the plural-away from being even twenty-five and I already have gray hairs. What's up with that, genetics I got from my dad's side of the family?
I be classy, yo. Don't let anyone try and tell you differently.
To Do List for the Night!
1. Read thing and give feedback. You know what you are, thing. Sorry I didn't read you last night. I was busy curling up around my heating pad and wondering why my room was so cold. But don't worry, you're getting the shit read out of you tonight, and I'm going to feed you back so good that you'll be feeling it for a week.
2. Write porn. Because I owe people porn, and I feel super bad about those people not having their porn yet.
3. Write angst. Because angst is like sweet nectar from the gods to me. I need your tears to live. They taste so very sweet. *insert creepy laugh here*
4. Respond to comments. This can actually go anywhere in tonight's timeline. Responses be flexible, yo!
5. Remind myself that I'm whiter than bread and have absolutely no street cred and need to stop acting like I do. Fo shizzle.
6. Watch random scenes from Hawaii 5-0 and cry myself to sleep because I'll never be that skinny/pretty/tan/badass. And also because they apparently have something against Chin taking his shirt off. Seriously, guys. Seriously. We aren't going to complain if he strips a little. Or a lot. We could go for that.
Once my cup was empty, I realized there was not nearly enough alcohol in my system, so I poured myself a second cup of Arbor Mist 'wine', this time spiking the somewhat questionable sangria with some peach schnapps. Guys. Guys. It's like there's a fruit cocktail party in my mouth. Hee. Cock. XD Ignore me, I'm a twelve year old boy when I'm drunk. Or, well, when I'm sober. Pretty much all the time, really.
So! So, I'm nearly done with my second cup and I'm thinking a third cup is in order, because maybe it'll finally get me out of my self pitying slump and back to writing. That's what the greats do, right? Get wasted before they try and write? Eh, let's just go with that anyway.
Also! It's so super not fair that I'm still years-not many, mind you, but enough to be in the plural-away from being even twenty-five and I already have gray hairs. What's up with that, genetics I got from my dad's side of the family?
I be classy, yo. Don't let anyone try and tell you differently.
To Do List for the Night!
1. Read thing and give feedback. You know what you are, thing. Sorry I didn't read you last night. I was busy curling up around my heating pad and wondering why my room was so cold. But don't worry, you're getting the shit read out of you tonight, and I'm going to feed you back so good that you'll be feeling it for a week.
2. Write porn. Because I owe people porn, and I feel super bad about those people not having their porn yet.
3. Write angst. Because angst is like sweet nectar from the gods to me. I need your tears to live. They taste so very sweet. *insert creepy laugh here*
4. Respond to comments. This can actually go anywhere in tonight's timeline. Responses be flexible, yo!
5. Remind myself that I'm whiter than bread and have absolutely no street cred and need to stop acting like I do. Fo shizzle.
6. Watch random scenes from Hawaii 5-0 and cry myself to sleep because I'll never be that skinny/pretty/tan/badass. And also because they apparently have something against Chin taking his shirt off. Seriously, guys. Seriously. We aren't going to complain if he strips a little. Or a lot. We could go for that.