Last night was a night of heavy drinking at the Brockhouse. I'm sure anyone in attendance can attest to my sloppiness - though I wasn't the sloppiest of the night! cough someone's boyfriend - since I was a little bit loud and more than a little bit off key with my singing.
Apparently, I was let loose in the house and stumbled upon a computer. Given that I'm always magnetically compelled to check up on my blog at every moment, I guess I ended up on here, and I ended up writing a little nugget of goodness. I've decided to name it the Drunk Post, as I really am at a loss for any other title aside from that. I'll usually fairly cohesive with my typing when intoxicated - I've sent many a texts out to various people after drinking. For some reason, though, the keyboard didn't agree with me last night.
I apologize, but at the same time, you're welcome.
Oh my ghod. Thsa iwas a baaaad idea I promise. I've had 9 beers. 9 beers!! I've made a beer-yramid. I need to only vcompltete the final layer, and the beer-yramid shall be complete. Comepeltk
I ffeeel asleo this is a highly horrible idea. But yetg, it might be the fuinnyiost post I post. I feel that my plan is as such: I wtype this like as DRTUNK and then post it the saY aftewre wehn I\m like omgfg, I can't believbe I did that,
This isa esp[ecially
I was just interuppted by people who have bligsa\` !!!!!!!! Ignite.
Ignite, my lovelies. Ignite.