so, this is a solidly drunken post. i am sitting at my friend sarah's house with her fat ass cat in my fat ass lap watching buffy season 4 dvd's. anybody got a problem with that? if so, you should know i'm a cutter. and i'ma cut you.
anyhow, just watchin some buffy wondering, "why can't i be a slayer?" even though i know it's the fact i have a "y" chromosome, but still, it could be fun. killing vamps and whatnot. but really, what i am blogging about is nothing. i am drunk off my ass and feeling lonely and wathing emma caulfield strut about in a paisley drss as a fat cat seems to like me enough to fall asleep on my arm. i lay this decree down, within the next two weeks, i am getting laid, or else i'm turning in my man badge. well, i won't turn it in, but it's a solid threat to make against myself. fuck it, i'm too drunk to logic-ize this. w00t!!!