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Bitter, bitter hockey yelling behind cut.
( Dear Marian Gaborik, please get hit by a truck and break both your legs. Thanks. PS, Marian is a stupid name. )
Oh, I took this picture of my freezer the other day. This picture sort of sums up why I'm single.
( Picture, and also some furious yelling about alcohol. )
I wish I was drunk. I am going to be no good at work tomorrow. Weirdly enough, I haven't actually been drunk in a while. The last time I actually was handicapped by it was on St. Patrick's Day, when I gave a double thing of blood. At home, I decided to try one drink out of morbid curiosity, and went from "Eh, I feel fine," on the first sip to "Hmm, little light-headed," on the third sip, to "WOOO I AM DEFINITELY NOT AFRAID OF THE FUCKING POLICE RIGHT NOW!" halfway through the drink, at which point my remaining brains cells teamed up with my increasingly lax hand-eye coordination to stop all further drinking activities for the evening. Probably for the best.
( Dear Marian Gaborik, please get hit by a truck and break both your legs. Thanks. PS, Marian is a stupid name. )
Oh, I took this picture of my freezer the other day. This picture sort of sums up why I'm single.
( Picture, and also some furious yelling about alcohol. )
I wish I was drunk. I am going to be no good at work tomorrow. Weirdly enough, I haven't actually been drunk in a while. The last time I actually was handicapped by it was on St. Patrick's Day, when I gave a double thing of blood. At home, I decided to try one drink out of morbid curiosity, and went from "Eh, I feel fine," on the first sip to "Hmm, little light-headed," on the third sip, to "WOOO I AM DEFINITELY NOT AFRAID OF THE FUCKING POLICE RIGHT NOW!" halfway through the drink, at which point my remaining brains cells teamed up with my increasingly lax hand-eye coordination to stop all further drinking activities for the evening. Probably for the best.
