Heeelllloooooo everyone! Totally swaying all different ways right now. And I can’t stop burping! At least it’s not coming out form the other end. I think I drank a little too much paint thinner — I mean Scotch. Right? …Anyway!

chickeny goodness

I just looked over Major Faultline’s blog just now. And wow, he’s got major problems. First of all, how can he be going to parties when he’s busy time traveling and digging for booze? And secondly, he’s looking for the wrong kind of booze. Bourbon? That’s the kind of chicken you find at the food court. He is so funny!

Oh, am I feeling really sick. I knew I shouldn’t have taken that second glass.

And why would Rehab be for quitters? That’s where the party is. I would know because ladies are always free before midnight.

Oh gosh, I can feel my eyes drooping. Have a Fantabulous day.. night.. time! (Travel.)