There should be something wrong with having five shots of vodka with Florence and not getting more than slightly ridiculous, and then being handed a bottle of champagne by mother, who, of course, says drink it and me getting totally fucked up. What is this? Who gets smashed on champagne? Not to mention I had to totally hide it around my mother, because she thought I was drunk the night before when I hadn't had anything alcoholic, period. This does prove however that my mother has no clue what a drunk person looks like. I'm serious, I was blind stumbling drunk, and she thought I was normal. Actually, what does that say about me?
And now for something completely different . . .I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving EVERYBODY! And just for kicks I'm going to write my first crossover. Although this has more to do with the fact that I just need to write something than because of the crossover part.
to whom it may concern . . .Kiss Kiss Bang Bang may be the greatest movie ever.