February 2012
It’s a good job I only uploaded one video last night. I’m currently watching several others I recorded of me doing tequila shots (and by shots I mean chugging it) whilst trying to rap Body Bass by Uffie, dancing with Freddie (the cat) and just generally entertaining myself in my room at 2 a.m.
Man, getting drunk alone on the internet is really quite fun.
“One of the most horrible features of war is that all the war-propaganda, all the...”
– George Orwell, Homage to Catalonia, Ch. V
Why can't life be like Final Fantasy X.
art-is-the-word:
I can’t really put my feelings...
Okay so in my drunken stupor-induced video last night I said inobedient, which isn’t a word. It’s disobedient.
It’s been annoying me.
1 tag
WatchI mumble a lot in this video. Maybe it’s the alcohol (probably not, let’s face it it’s 3.8%), or perhaps it’s the music booming in le foreground (that’s French for the foreground, in case you English speaking dogs weren’t aware).
Anyone else sat in their bedroom like a Grade A mug on a Friday night? I shall drink to that. Anyone fancy sending Asks? Scratch that, a conversation? There’s tequila in it for you. I’ve moved on from beer to tequila, and it’s straight (unlike most of my followers)(this was supposed to be for tomorrow night, damn) and wondering where the lemons are at.
I am surprisingly drunk....
Why would you not get drunk, when you can just get drunk. The logic isn’t even acceptable. It ceases to exist. There is nadda logic.
3 tags
“I watched a music awards show last year and started crying afterwards. I just...”
– Santigold talks to us about the state of popular music and her forthcoming album, Master of My Make Believe
First beer of the night.
Because if sat at home drinking alone doesn’t scream fun, I don’t know what does.
