Winterviewed

To Be Interviewed

Right now I’m just closing up an interview with Dave. While he insists that interviewing a close friend is hard, it’s certainly hard answering all of the questions.

It’s been pretty cool.

We’re hanging out here (it’s 3:00 in the morning) drinking shots of Sour Puss, which is a Raspberry concoction that’s making my teeth hairier by the minute.

Hopefully my interviewer will chime in at some point.

Watch Dave’s blog for the audio clips of that legendary interview.

 

This is how, this is how, this is how I’m hot

And you ain’t ‘cuz your not.

Ya, that’s right, I said it.

These are the things that I learned at Caprice tonight:

• shorts + heels = skank
• white shorts + heels = skanky skank
• guys go to bars to get advice about marriage
• Wednesday is the new Friday.

In other news, my finger hurts and I don’t know why.  And the squeezing the lime fromt he tequila makes it doubly so.  I spilled some blow job on my shirt.  But not the good kind of blow job, so try not to get too exicte.d/

Oooh ooh!! I just reamembered Daav’s photo challenge.  Here’s my photo which i feel best represents drunkeness (which I finally managed to find, while sober, and saved to my desktop so even my drunky drunky self could find it) .  This is my mortal enemy, SFP.

I can’t rememeber about putting my own photo in here, so perhaps Jorge, teh drunken lord of druken blogging will do that for me?  Or perhaps I don’t want my photo int he same posting as this picutre of ugliness personified.

 

The Age-Old Question…

Who thinks that my WhyNatte t-shirt will get here before our baby is born?

Anyone?

 

I am on Crack, People.

As I sip my nth glass of wine, I wonder and gawk at the amazingness of Facebook.

It has taken addiction to a whole new level.

So much so that I performed the amazing Kage Bunshin jutsu just to have a clone use Facebook twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

Yes, we have a group on there…

But apparently none of these lightweights ever uses it.

Pfft.

Oh yeah.

It’s on!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

 

My apartment eats things

I have the greatest photo for Daav’s photo challenge, but I can’t find it anywhere!! My entire 2001-2002 photo collection has disappeared!

That is all I have to report.

 

Wasted Time photo challenge

Alrighty,

Sarsh has been away in the T-Dot for approximately 30 hours, and I’m discovering I actually drink more when she’s away than when she’s here with me. Which was unexpected. Anyhow, ice cold vokda continues to be tasty. Anyway…

Why am I here? I had a brainstorm that’s either genius or idiocy (Is idiocy a word? I believe so. Judges say: yes.) I’m issuing the firsy Wasted Time Challenge. I challenge you–you drunkards, you wastrels, you illigitimate children (anyone? anyone?) I challenge you to take a picture that captures the drunken experience. And of course, because of the mandate of this site, I challenge you to do it while drunk (or decently close to).

Just now occurred to me that I have a submission of my own. From Vegas. Me. Pissed up on Romulan Ale. You: jealous.

Here’s my submission…

Fuckit. I can’t make it show my picture within this post. Chew my ass, internets. I can, however, link to it. Maybe someone with web smartz can go in after the fact, make my picture work, and delete this whole paragraph. Pleeeease. LINKAGE.

Anyways, that’s my efforts. I’m sure you can do better. In the words of the immortal me: give’r.

ADDED (FEB 20, 2007 12:27) – Daav’s photo…

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ADDED (MAR 09, 2007 00:09) – Jogre’s photo…

I arrived home and pounded a Jager Bomb for this.
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