mark, let’s make out

Because drunk posting worked out so well last time, I couldn’t pass up this I-am-drunk for-the-first-time-in-weeks-and-I-deserve-it opportunity to once again grace you, dear reader, with the pleasure of my somewhat-intoxicated presence. You’re welcome.

Unfortunately, my life has been fairly uneventful in recent days, leaving me little material out of which to compose a decent post.

I would, however, like to thank a former and long-time (non)boyfriend (Hi G!—if, in fact, you still read this) for introducing me to Mark—an enchanting addition to my short list of favorite alcoholic indulgences.

I’ve decided this delightful adult beverage should come with a warning, of the “May Cause One to Compose and Send Ill-Advised Text Messages to Former (If Somewhat Challenged) Lovers” variety.

And a “Might Arouse Actual Emotions” disclaimer.

Damn it, Mark. You’re delicious. And surprisingly thought-provoking.

And I’m certain I’ll regret this when I’m sober.

Or something.

More of the almost passing out. (I have to wake up when?) Goodnight, friends. Go and get after it. (Leah, this means you.)