Buzzed Bloggin with Oddgirl

HI and welcome to buzzed blogging with Oddgirl. Surely I'm not that bad off because I'm still typing legibly. Surprise mother fuckers! I have had four cocktails and I'm getting ready to have my man make me another. Life is good when you can get fucked the hell up on a fucking Wednesday night.

The bbq wasn't that bad. It was a little awkward, but what the hell did you expect. I smell like a dirty street whore who's got a two pack a day habit, but other than that I drowned myself in vodka baby. Hey...it's good for me to let loose...I'm too uptight. I had a cheeseburger and some pasta salad. The salad was the fucking shit...either that or I was really fucking hungry. My mom and her gay friends were grooving to Aretha. I love me some Aretha, but once around is enough...that and Booker fucking T. I swear when my mom was straight that bitch had jungle fever. I don't give a fuck though. My philosophy was: any guy that had the balls to ask me out I would go out with. I love all the ethnicities, but alas I have been conquered by the Mike. How sad...or happy if you know what I mean....;) I love that stupid fucker. He smells good tonight...mother fucker...now I'm going to have to get rough with him.

Me: Honey I need a cocktail....will you get me one please.
Michael: No...I wanna watch the show and go to bed.
Me: (((very obnoxiously)))....PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEE!
Micheal: O.k
Me: (((thinking)))He's only making me that because he knows I'm giving it up...damn I suck.


I have to go now...my cocktail is ready and we're getting ready to watch Six Feet Under...bye bloggers.:)