So I had my seven-, six-, and four-year-old nieces and nephew standing in my doorway, staring up at me while my brain felt like it was going to shatter. It prob'ly makes me a bad person, but I told the oldest to be responsible an' watch over her brother an' sister, an' I went back to bed. I dunno what the fuck I drank, but whatever it was, it was just wicked; I never get hit that bad. Usually an aspirin an' some food'll cure it, but it just persisted for hours yesterday.
For anybody who's ever been around kids that age, you know that I was just kiddin' myself. The little monsters are unbelievably loud. I woke up fifteen minutes later with the sounds of giggling an' the fuckin' TV blasting. So I got up for good an' spent a miserable five hours dragging myself around my apartment after them, swearing off drinking every couple of minutes when they made especially shrill noises an' the pain in my head an' behind my eyes sparked, or when I found myself puking.
I dug out the vodka the second they left.
Out've sheer boredom, stuck in my apartment 'cause of the massive amount of snow that got dumped on the city last night, snagged this from sure_shot_honey.
In the year 2005 I resolve to:
Ha, that's tailor-made for Rude, not me.
You make impersonal decisions quickly, but not so with personal concerns.
You don't fare well under inharmonious conditions.
Some of it's pretty close, an' some of it's pretty funny.