***I'm reposting Sarah Wilton's tale, because OMG! This is the story of my life (and my family wonders why I'm always barefoot and purse-less) ***
WHEN GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH............
WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE OUR PURSE IS.
WE BELIEVE THAT DANCING WITH OUR ARMS OVERHEAD AND WIGGLING OUR BUTT WHILE YELLING "WOO-HOO!" IS TRULY THE SEXIEST DANCE MOVE AROUND.
WE'VE SUDDENLY DECIDED THAT WE WANT TO KICK SOMEONE'S ASS AND HONESTLY BELIEVE WE COULD DO IT TOO.
IN OUR LAST TRIP TO PEE, WE REALIZE THAT WE NOW LOOK MORE LIKE A HOMELESS HOOKER THAN THE GODDESS WE WERE JUST FOUR HOURS AGO
WE START CRYING AND TELLING EVERYONE WE SEE THAT WE LOVE THEM SOOOOO MUCH.
WE GET EXTREMELY EXCITED AND JUMP UP AND DOWN EVERY TIME A NEW SONG PLAY'S BECAUSE "OH MY GOD! I LOVE THIS SONG!"
WE'VE FOUND A DEEPER/SPIRITUAL SIDE TO THE GEEK SITTING NEXT TO US
WE'VE SUDDENLY TAKEN UP SMOKING AND BECOME REALLY GOOD AT IT.
WE YELL AT THE BARTENDER, WHO WE BELIEVE CHEATED US BY GIVING US JUST LEMONADE, BUT THAT'S JUST BECAUSE WE CAN NO LONGER TASTE THE VODKA.
WE THINK WE ARE IN BED, BUT OUR PILLOW FEELS STRANGELY LIKE THE KITCHEN FLOOR (or the mop?)
WE FAIL TO NOTICE THAT THE TOILET LID'S DOWN WHEN WE SIT ON IT.
WE TAKE OUR SHOES OFF BECAUSE WE BELIEVE IT'S THEIR FAULT THAT WE'RE HAVING PROBLEMS WALKING STRAIGHT Unknown"Evey"Frisky
- 15 years, 10 months, 3 days ago
Just for my lovely pets' information: I haven't been around, and I won't be around because of two reasons. The first is that I'm dealing with some real life stuff so it's been keeping me away from the compy. The second is that it is Carnival Time. I'm probably out eating King Cake and gumbo, watching the tourists take off their tops for 50 cent beads in the French Quarter. Don't you wish you were me?
UPDATE: I'm fighting fever and a cold with congestion. Not going to be on much as I'm on meds.
UPDATE: I'm getting better, but still need to catch up on what I missed from my fever. Drop me a line on YIM, MSN, or send me a FB (not HP) note if you need me. Unknown"Evey"Frisky
- 15 years, 10 months, 9 days ago
I've gone through my profile in attempt to make it more indicative of who I am. I've gotten rid of my pictures because if you want to know me, get to know me first, not my body. I've weeded out my comments too, leaving only the most recent and the ones that either I really like, or say something about who I am or what I've been through. Don't take offense if your comments got deleted. I went through almost blindly and unmercifully deleting them. For those who are interested and have not heard, I do not cyber. Sometimes you can find me in 18+, but this does not mean I'm an automatic yes for your choice of self-gratification. Let me put your imagination to rest, I'm horrible at cybering. Find someone else. If I sound bitter and angry, it is because, on one hand, I am. I have been dealing with an attack of conscience and when I told someone close to me about it, he blew up and didn't get what I was trying to say. It is my fault, though, for I should have kept my mouth quiet. Unknown"Evey"Frisky
- 15 years, 10 months, 18 days ago
If you can not improve upon the silence, then it is best to remain still.
- 15 years, 10 months, 24 days ago
so i was talking to my friend Jake just now...you know what he told me...he said, "if i could, i would never let you die." you know what i did, well i asked for his permission to post this but, seriously, i tingled...here i am, sitting at my compy juggling about four or five convos, drinking me sake, feeling mixed emotions based on who i'm talking to, and he says something that makes me drop everyone to rush and blog this...wow... Unknown"Evey"Frisky
- 15 years, 10 months, 25 days ago