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2004-05-31 || 11:29 a.m. || meow and the drunks || apparently we had drunk so much that when the others got home they said the house smelled like a bar, all tequila and vodka from our breath alone. i'm the kind of drunk that laughs a whole lot and retreats to my room intermittently to commune with the cats. when under the influence i feel our connections stronger, our communication refined. amidst all the tequila breath and that sour smell evaporating off skin, a sign that the party has gone on for too long, meow was very cordial and sat with me until the spins passed. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |