Saturday, January 17, 2009

Random Drunk Posting

Another Saturday night and I ain't got no body...

The boys are working tonight and here I sit, browsing the internets trying to find companionship and someone to party with. Sad. My RL friends either live a pretty good distance from me, or have plans tonight.

I found some kahlua and some vodka and some milk, so I decided to drink and blog. Not sure if this is a good idea, as I might post something I regret.

Like how I initially kind of liked Michael Castro's audition on American Idol (he IS cute for the teeny-boppers in the world) but that I think his "ballsiness" is a coverup for being an insecure teenaged boy who isn't sure yet about his sexuality. And how his tryout begs for comparisons to his sexy older brother, Jason, who has inherently more passion about music. In truth, there is no comparison.

I might be less likely to keep my mouth (fingers?) shut about a certain co-worker for her negative attitude or how adorable I think a man who coaches my son's hockey team is.

I have flung sheep, thrown snowballs, sent drinks and little potted plants to every friend I have on Facebook and I'm hoping they'll still want to be my friend after tonight. I've left comments for MySpace friends (can you delete those?)
Random drunk posting is never a good idea. Random drunk anything is probably not a good idea.

2 comments:

Andrea said...

haha! I believe I sent you something back on facebook. A drink maybe, which sounds like it is appropriate for tonight. And random drunk sleeping is probably the only thing I could suggest to you right now. Interesting thoughts on Michael. He definitely doesn't yet have the maturity/depth that we saw in Jason.
~Drea

Jules said...

*snicker snicker snort* Cinna!

Me likey when you drunk blog and FB spam. We should all do it more often.

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