I have some misgivings about sharing this next part because it might just cross a line but that just means I absolutely must share it. Come what may.
I’m ready to let go of the sadness and embrace the beauty that was Blue’s life.
Without missing a beat I said, “There’s only one in Boulder,” and she looked at me like I lost my mind.
We burned through a big stack of money a bunch of drinks while talking about shit I cannot for the life of me remember but I do remember not feeling jealous of Sideboob in France, for once.
… except Loony but who cares what he thinks. Yesterday my phone blew up with people texting me pictures and videos of this bad motherfucker. Yes, I went there with the penis reference. OF COURSE I WENT THERE! WHEN DO I NOT GO THERE? I’m not alone. and … I love how supportive my community […]
I woke up around midnight to MSNBC and I seriously could not tell if I was watching satire or actual news, it was simply that crazy.
If you were wondering if my two-week absence was due to alcohol poisoning or being in a 30-day rehab, you would be wrong.
A Bat Mitzvah was the perfect thing for me to do on NYE and still be able to be in bed and/or drunk posting by 9:00.
It had the makings of the best blog ever: me drunk, My Parasitic Twin, a home-grown surgical procedure, video, pain, humiliation, me arriving drunk at Wu’s door begging for free ER treatment … it had it all.
As the night wore on and I got more drunk I asked some question that I can’t remember and Loony answered, “It might be the panda.”