I am drunk,
da drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, and I am going to have a bruise the size of a
small country on my leg from a wall failing to dance with me. But it’s been
worth it. I’ve had a lot of fun today. It’s been a while since I’ve been happy
Drunk has been my coping mechanism lately. Hopefully I’m back to writing now because drunk solves nothing other than making me too tired to kill anyone the follow day… so I guess that’s a victory.
I’ve decided, I shall be carrying on the daily blog for another week, mainly because I’ve really enjoyed them. I feel amazing, my mind is clear, I’m not stressed, and I’m not struggling to bite my tongue. I love the feeling of not having
Although that said, I think killed Larry off, but these things happen. I’m not really surprised and I’m sure none of you are either. It’s just one of those things. He may be ok, he might come back as a zombie, only time will tell.
I am going to go and break that golden rule, write drunk, edit sober…. If I did my editing sober, I’d never post anything interesting. I’d probably get in
way less trouble
though. Anyways, you beautiful people, it’s time for the question. How do you
deal with stress? Let me know in the comment box below? And as always stay and
The Honest Bitch