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Birthday Fallout

Sunday, December 7th, 2008 | Uncategorized | No Comments

Some of you out there may be blessed enough to have met the people responsible for my genetic makeup. I love them both dearly, and dont get to spend enough time with them. In any case, last weekend I was blessed enough to spend some time with half of my family tree that I rarely get to see.

So, we spent that time drinking, laughing, eating and walking to the next pub. In fact, so much of the drinking occurred that I felt it necessary to hand in my phone, lest it become an unwilling accomplice to another act of drunk-dialing. That was all well and good, until the phone gave away it’s hiding place by squarking loudly at “fuck, am I hungover or still drunk?” o’clock. I hate that time of the morning. Hate it.

Believe it or not, but my family can drink me under the table without raising a sweat. Sure, my brother in law can only JUST beat me to the punch, but I did witness him having a tender little moment with his herb garden. This, along with many other things, affirms him as one of “us”. He sports the ability to have a full-blooded political negotiation at 4am, and still backs up the next day to buy a coffee for his piss wreck of a sister-in-law at 8am.

*ding ding* Round 2.

I’m finding it harder and harder to recover from a night on the town. I’m not quite sure how I managed three nights in a row - however, I’m sure I’ve done some serious and permanent damage to my liver. Oh well, nasty liver needed punishing anyway.

I then had four days in which to recover, before heading out on the town with the girls for a joint birthday heels-up with the girls. That involved drinking in the rain, watching a comedy show, getting our car towed, inventing new and dangerous ways of swearing at parking officers, and then winding up with a long and winding conversation about boys.

I have another party planned next week, then the weekend after is planned anarchy, Christmas will be huge, NYE even bigger, then it’s the January Party Month… At this point, I need to check myself into Rehab and try and make friends with my internal organs before they change the locks and stop taking my calls.

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Actually feeling alive for a change.

Thursday, October 16th, 2008 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Y’know the best cure for insomnia?

Sleep.

Last night, I slept. I actually went to bed, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep. I woke up this morning and threw myself a high-five. I have my sleep-mojo back, and I feel amazing.

I think, perhaps, the whole scenario was caused by my spidey senses picking up on something that my conscious brain had yet to cotton on to. So, when the “interesting news” came through yesterday, I wasn’t surprised in the least - in fact, a little relieved.

I then blew off all plans for the rest of the day, bought as much KFC as I could carry and totally pigged out in front of new episodes of Dexter. Cyclone Joan suggested getting cutlery and dinnerware - which was totally out of the question. Fingers and cardboard boxes were invented for a reason, and that reason was to cut out any need to do the washing up. At that point, my life could not possibly have been any better. Thank you Juliegirl, for being a willing accomplice. Our mission totally successful.

I fell sleep listening to the sound of rain. I seriously feel like my head is back to good. Now, if only my 501st authorisation thingy would come through, then I can stop checking my emails like I have ADD and OCD.

In other news: I don’t need a subscription to RSVP - I already have a dog who cuddles, farts, and snores in bed. Who needs a man?

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