Whoa. That was amazing. I think I began that thought at like 3:00am and it took me three hours to type. Pretty cohesive, but I suppose anything you take that kind of time to type should be, no matter what your condition. I've been reading too much about the mexican poetic movement of the 70s (great book called The Savage Detectives). Lots of pain and really no gain. Just a bunch of poor, starving, whiny bitches.
I do suppose a drunk e-mail is far superior to the drunk dial. It leaves the recipient able to interact at their own leisure. Thanks for listening! And stay tuned for more unavoidable drunken typing because I know your e-mail.
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I love it Dom. Feel free to continue this escapade of drunk thoughts. They should be chronicled. P.S. I know you would appreciate this. Suburban Homes has a drunk dialing hotline for you to use at some point if you need the banter. 303-800-6384 program that shits and giggles.
Posted by jessica | April 28, 2007 2:48 PM
Posted on April 28, 2007 14:48