drunken blogging yay yay yay!
Flirting up Trench Doc to go out and find myself a proper date for New Year’s Eve [hey there are not many men who would offer to ride shotgun with you while transporting a ceramic deer across South Carolina that is just gallant] it is officially drunk blogging night at Celluloid Blonde.
Yay!! Yay!! Yay!!
This is not nearly as organized as the worldwide drunken blogging frenzy a while back but I am not that organized either and —
This was not my idea. This was Sophia’s idea. Who refuses to make a blog but figured after I wasted a perfectly good “I’ll Sleep With You If You Make My Movie” shirt on a girl writer there was just no way I was rustling up a date before midnight and we should drunken blog instead. [Sophia has promised, if I go to Greece, she will find me one though. A date, not a shirt.]
I have champagne. I have chocolate. I have extra smokes in case this is so damaging I cannot leave the loft tomorrow. Brut brought the vodka. [Polish vodka. Yay!] Brut also has at least a three hour head start drinking on everyone in the Stripes which should be real fun to watch and if we get way frisky we might be able to talk Kitty into more Coca Cola experiments.
Zee should be around Zee was not even looking for a date she is saving herself for Grant Imahara [oh Zee, the ears, Zee, the ears]. This does not, by the way, stop Zee from posting scandalous kitty porn or lusting after vixen boots. AJ is probably still in recovery from yesterday which was New Year’s Eve in Australia, but here is hoping she makes it. And Michele, jeez, go put up a new blog post right now or we will just tp your moving post like frisky weasels.
No blogger is safe.
Drunken Blogging Night begins —
ps: wow i hope all those links work i am just crosseyed from putting those all in and now i have to go find fun art good thing i have champagne to sustain me