I have been awol from Terb (how did I survive?), but logging back in I see not enough drama (damn it). Not that I would see any drama with this frakkin tiny font on the new design (what the frak?). But anyway . . .
What's the dumbest thing you have done on a New Years Eve? I will be ringing in new years before any of you, and aim to be as sensible as all hell, as there's a certain someone I am now fond of but must endure a new years minus her charms.
But my entry: partied hard in the big city, and evening was going swell, even kissed some random girl. In my intoxicated mind, I saw a rose, and felt she needed this rose. So I grabbed said rose. Rose bush and all. Talk about being kissed by the thorns. Now with blood streaming everywhere, I'm suddenly sober, and approach police for assistance. They drew their batons, as after all, it's really a stumbling guy with blood on his hands. But random girl comes to rescue. Next memory is waking up naked in random girls bed, in some strange home, with a random girl whose name I cannot recall, in some area in the city I know not where, with my jeans over a chair and no wallet in the pocket when I look, and bandages on hands. So I amble out of the room hoping to find the bathroom. Hello random girls Mum, how are you, my name's nolabel . . .
What's the dumbest thing you have done on a New Years Eve? I will be ringing in new years before any of you, and aim to be as sensible as all hell, as there's a certain someone I am now fond of but must endure a new years minus her charms.
But my entry: partied hard in the big city, and evening was going swell, even kissed some random girl. In my intoxicated mind, I saw a rose, and felt she needed this rose. So I grabbed said rose. Rose bush and all. Talk about being kissed by the thorns. Now with blood streaming everywhere, I'm suddenly sober, and approach police for assistance. They drew their batons, as after all, it's really a stumbling guy with blood on his hands. But random girl comes to rescue. Next memory is waking up naked in random girls bed, in some strange home, with a random girl whose name I cannot recall, in some area in the city I know not where, with my jeans over a chair and no wallet in the pocket when I look, and bandages on hands. So I amble out of the room hoping to find the bathroom. Hello random girls Mum, how are you, my name's nolabel . . .
