There are two things I’ve been trying reeeaallly hard to do lately, and they are proving to be very hard indeed. Those two things are to 1) Stop ‘cussing’, and 2) Drink less. Less as in ‘not at all’.
The cussing bit…..well, I got that from Wendy because she doesn’t swear and I think its a good thing. I don’t want a mouth like a trucker, but the words—they just pop out of their own accord. I’m scared that I’ll be around a child one day (children? Do they still exist even? I haven’t seen one in ages….) and I will say something like ‘Fuck’ or ‘Shit’ and their innocent little heads will explode.
The drinking thing…..ah, what can I say? Hangovers= Bad. No Hangovers= Good. A simple equation, really.
Last night turned out to be a really fun night and I happily broke both of the above efforts. It turns out that if you find the right drink, you won’t have a hangover the next day!
And I found my drink ladies and gentlemen. Amaretto! Who knew!!! And the absolute bonus to Amaretto is that I don’t turn into a raging bitch when I drink it!
No hangovers AND no bitchiness?!?! Why, how insanely awesome! NOT drinking it would just be a shame then wouldn’t it?
Yeah, so this no drinking thing is for the fucking birds. And there goes the no cussing thing as well.
In other news, if you are ever embarrassed about ANYTHING you did, just think of this girl, who must be crying in shame constantly ever since this happened: http://www.thatvideosite.com/video/3590 That is, if she didn’t already kill herself in embarrassment. I’ve got some bad mortifying moments in my life (Liz’s couch, summer of 95; the Jerdan’s couch, autumn of 97; the Brussels metro, summer of 02; under the Eiffel tower, summer of 99; next to the Colusseum, summer of 98; I could go on here…), but THIS tops anything I’ve got by a mile, so I’m wiping my slate clean from this point on, and you should too.