I’m not as bad ass as Hunter S. Thompson, but I do have better tits.

The following blogs are real accounts of life and have been painstakingly blurted out and recorded in between rounds, shots, rocks pours, heart break, laugh attacks, games of footsie and life as I have lived it.

The dawn of these entries occurred upon the unique drunken pen-palship I have with an old friend. Initially, I set out to drink and write one Saturday afternoon. Knowing that I had to be honest and wanted to break through my filters, I sat by the pool with a large margarita and waited for my truth serum to work. I knew the one thing that makes me drop my verbal coasters and get blunt is – Tequila.

May 25, 2013

You should know the following notes are from my ” rum diaries” and not solely from my cognitive filters. I did this specifically because -well- I’m too shy when it counts to say for real what’s up and I thought you deserved that.

This is rate – I’m only comfy being this open with few people – aka- I am saying that you are to me, considered as a trusted friend. I’m thinking about my words and will choose them to mean as close to be exactly what I mean as possible with in the English vernacular.

Have fun – “sip” psychie is a trip 🙂

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