Heat getting to me.

These few days have been so hot that I've resorted to putting the laptop on the marble floor and just lying on my tummy to type. I feel like an icicle..but then if i were one..i'd have long melted into a pool of slush..yum.

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i know that what i am about to mention will be akin to blasphemy, but heck i'm gonna say it anyway.

ALCOHOL IS THE BANE OF HUMANITY.
well said, Bryant.

why can't everyone just be a quiet emo drunk like me? it would be so much better if everyone got drunk, threw up, passed out, regained consciousness and just sat quietly and stoned (in that order) for the rest of the night. why grow that third ball?

don't grow that third ball!

guys, you've already got two..be contented. be satisfied. use what's rightfully given to you by GOD. don't grow a third one. it's against the law of Nature.

girls, bad idea. really really REALLY bad idea.

is there something you really want to tell someone but you've only got the guts to do so after you've knocked back half a bottle of chivas? hint: don't do it! remember, drunkeness is only a temporary state, sobriety lasts longer. you'll most definitely wake up the next morning going 'OH CRAP what did i say..??? nghnghnghanw'gaprnasldjvkwnvopwignveo!!!' *cries*

if you can't tell it to the person when you're sober, you're all the more unqualified to tell it when you're drunk.

trust meeeeee....i give good advice.

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you only tell me what i want to hear when you're drunk. you fool.
but i'm the bigger fool. still giving you the benefit of the doubt after so long.
bah. strange mel...you so strange.

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Death to Alcohol.