drop your pants, timmy… drop… your… pants (LOL)

sleepy and bored? i bet this will keep your eyes wide shut. enjoy

POUND ICE

this is supposedly a sunday morn i’m-drunk-i-can’t-sleep entry. was too lazy, though, to open my friendster account to blog while i was in this state.

i came up with these thoughts though while in bed after a bout of vodka+yumyum frozen strawberry tequila with my ever-funny orgmates. (oh i wrote this as a draft in my phone)

Tequila is an upper…

Is it just me or is it really tequila that brings you to subliminal unrest?

A sleepless night, it is now 5.30a.

Sandman, come caress me to sleep or maybe strike my head with a shovel!

(oh, gahd, you and your corny thoughts when you’re drunk!)

conclusion: slept at 7a. around 1p, i woke up smiling probably of the residue from the fun i had the night before.

my gurl rhyan’s hilarious antics:

• rhye to ayla’s companions: "hi, i’m sorry i’m drunk!"
• rhye: am i red all over? all: yes. rhye: oh no, oh no, oh no
• rhye to waiter bert: "ahoy there, mate!" (can we mate?)

the rest of the gang’s wrong "grammarization":

• are we going to have a meeting? ok.
• what time will we meet? maybe.
• nothings follow.
• observed 5s and safety.
• coated with glossy.
• he cared for you all over your life.

there always will be kodak moments when i’m with these people. pics to follow. adieu!