Well, as in true Amberlynn "ruiner" stylee, I managed to get entirely too hammered during our set, that I potentially ruined it. According to inside sources, I am half cross eyed and look "physically drunk". So, stay tuned kidees, because the set might not be all we had it cracked up to be.
Damn you raging alcoholism. It's taken its destruction outside the liver, and released it's fury upon the world.
In lieu of witty banter and comedic pause I will now form a list of the recent goings on in Ambertown, USA.
1.) Our house is haunted. And is reaking havoc on our electronics, cellphones (doesnt that file under electronics, smart guy?), our sleeping patterns, general well being, and putting a huge cockblock on our lives.
2.) Pure is the busiest job I've ever worked at, and while I sold almost 8000 on my own bartending last night, I come home physically wrecked, and so wound up that I cant fall right asleep (which could partially be accredited to the ridiculous amount of Red Bull I ingest).. its killin me. But boy, it's all about the benjamins. Im gonna power right through that pysical exhaustion.
3.) Patrick and I have still in our long time of being friends/in love have never seen a movie on the bigscreen. We prefer to netflix, and snuggle drunkenly in bed when we watch movies, but lately I feel the Theater itch.
Any recommendations?
4.) Because I absolutely cannot cook, and Patrick is only available to feed me on the nights hes not in his kitchen at work, my mother is literally overnighting me biscuits. Now, as you would know, if you were a true Amberlynn Lurker is that Biscuits are on my list of things I Cannot Live Without. I am not kidding ladies and gentlemen, I loves me some mothafuggen biscuits.
5.) Las Vegas is a desert, and frankly, is melting my will to live.
6.) I am incredibly homesick for some southern food. Patrick cooks me whatever I want if I ask for it and it's eight times more deliciious than I had hoped it to be... But some of these things need to be done by an old lady with a fridge full of buttermilk, and a table with a red gingham coverlet. Am I wrong? Biscuits and cornbread need to come in baskets to be not only physically satisfying but visually as well. *random memory #314-my grandma and great grandma used to drink buttermilk on ice with tabasco sauce. yeeechhhh.
7,) I need a drink. That is beechwood aged.
8.) Michael Mcdonald singing "You dont know me", and "I knew you were waiting for me" may have, through immaculate conception aurally given me a child.
Damn you raging alcoholism. It's taken its destruction outside the liver, and released it's fury upon the world.
In lieu of witty banter and comedic pause I will now form a list of the recent goings on in Ambertown, USA.
1.) Our house is haunted. And is reaking havoc on our electronics, cellphones (doesnt that file under electronics, smart guy?), our sleeping patterns, general well being, and putting a huge cockblock on our lives.
2.) Pure is the busiest job I've ever worked at, and while I sold almost 8000 on my own bartending last night, I come home physically wrecked, and so wound up that I cant fall right asleep (which could partially be accredited to the ridiculous amount of Red Bull I ingest).. its killin me. But boy, it's all about the benjamins. Im gonna power right through that pysical exhaustion.
3.) Patrick and I have still in our long time of being friends/in love have never seen a movie on the bigscreen. We prefer to netflix, and snuggle drunkenly in bed when we watch movies, but lately I feel the Theater itch.
Any recommendations?
4.) Because I absolutely cannot cook, and Patrick is only available to feed me on the nights hes not in his kitchen at work, my mother is literally overnighting me biscuits. Now, as you would know, if you were a true Amberlynn Lurker is that Biscuits are on my list of things I Cannot Live Without. I am not kidding ladies and gentlemen, I loves me some mothafuggen biscuits.
5.) Las Vegas is a desert, and frankly, is melting my will to live.
6.) I am incredibly homesick for some southern food. Patrick cooks me whatever I want if I ask for it and it's eight times more deliciious than I had hoped it to be... But some of these things need to be done by an old lady with a fridge full of buttermilk, and a table with a red gingham coverlet. Am I wrong? Biscuits and cornbread need to come in baskets to be not only physically satisfying but visually as well. *random memory #314-my grandma and great grandma used to drink buttermilk on ice with tabasco sauce. yeeechhhh.
7,) I need a drink. That is beechwood aged.
8.) Michael Mcdonald singing "You dont know me", and "I knew you were waiting for me" may have, through immaculate conception aurally given me a child.
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