I guessed on a few of these answers but I still knew alot.
Internet Culture IQ Test.
( promise )
I had a talk with one of my RL friends earlier tonight. He just found out that I was in Baytown last month and I didn't call him. I meant too, I really did but I was honestly was very busy, (and drunk) for the three days that I was in town. I told him the truth. He jokingly asked me if I fell off the wagon. I told him that I had. I fell off every single one of them. And I did. Everyone of my vices that I quit. When I was back in my hometown I didn't just slip. I dove head first into them.
I've quit everything again since I got back but, I'm too easily tempted.
Internet Culture IQ Test.
( promise )
I had a talk with one of my RL friends earlier tonight. He just found out that I was in Baytown last month and I didn't call him. I meant too, I really did but I was honestly was very busy, (and drunk) for the three days that I was in town. I told him the truth. He jokingly asked me if I fell off the wagon. I told him that I had. I fell off every single one of them. And I did. Everyone of my vices that I quit. When I was back in my hometown I didn't just slip. I dove head first into them.
I've quit everything again since I got back but, I'm too easily tempted.
- Mood:
contemplative
( Saturday )
- Location:here in my bedroom
- Mood:
cold
- Location:home
- Mood:
sore
So, just came back from a weekend in Texas. Fun stuff.
There was drinking, debauchery and a long talk with M.
All in all it was a great weekend. But I got in last night and when I first started talking, I realized that I was hoarse. Hell today, I'm on the verge of losing my voice.
grr... argh...
I checked the snail mail this morning and I had a letter from my ex-mil.
She tells me that the pig-dog-bastard is back in jail. Looking at six years I think she said. *crosses fingers*
There might wind up being a smut post. Not sure yet. I have enough material from this weekend but not sure if I'm up to writing it yet.
There was drinking, debauchery and a long talk with M.
All in all it was a great weekend. But I got in last night and when I first started talking, I realized that I was hoarse. Hell today, I'm on the verge of losing my voice.
grr... argh...
I checked the snail mail this morning and I had a letter from my ex-mil.
She tells me that the pig-dog-bastard is back in jail. Looking at six years I think she said. *crosses fingers*
There might wind up being a smut post. Not sure yet. I have enough material from this weekend but not sure if I'm up to writing it yet.
- Location:home sweet home
- Mood:
sore

sleepy