So I had two Pear Martinis with dinner this evening and am, as my man says, inebriated. Yeah, it’s kinda pitiful, doesn’t take much. Anyway, I was just randomly thinking that it might be nice to go through life a little inebriated more often. If there was a way to do it without becoming an alcoholic or by popping valium or something similar I might look into it.
I mean, it’s just so nice to not be sweating the small stuff right now. For example, here I am, on my blog, informing the entire internet that I’ve just pulled some nasty bloody boogers out of my nose, and I DO NOT CARE what anyone thinks about it. It’s really kind of awesome, and I think I just figured out why people voluntarily participate in reality shows. BECAUSE THEY’RE ALL DRUNK.
