tattooofhername

Stef and I played a drinking game with the bottle and a half of leftover mulled wine. It didn't last one episode of CSI New York, and now I'm mildly mulled. Also, we drank it with ice, because it's actually better spicy and COLD like woah. And when I'm at home with Stef, I'm a merry drunk. Definitely merry. I love EVERYONE right now. Even you. ESPECIALLY you. The sensible voice in my head which I'm pretty sure is my mother keeps telling me not to post stuff and get off the internet and drink water and go to bed and stuff and I don't want to see how much it takes to make her be quiet. Instead I'm posting because I enjoy posting and blogging is supposed to be all about what we're up to or something. Also, mulled. Also, my face aches because I keep smiling all the time. THAT is how awesome my merry-drunkness gets. Doubt I'll get hungover. I very rarely do. Does it count as a hangover if it kicks in around 3am and is gone by the time the sun comes up? Like, maybe only a first-degree hangover? I don't care. I feel AWESOME and you're all AWESOME and this post NEEDS MORE CAPS DAMNIT. Caps are awesome. I'm gonna start knitting again. Might try and make a penguin.