Dear Diary......
I feel so drunk
Wh-why is that? I don’t get it.
I-I wasn't drinking today. I only had tea... No, there was no bourbon involved.
So, wh-why do I feel so out of sorts this morning?
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I don't care what the Pixie Tabloids says, I don't snuff Dragonpowder.
Aaah... I-I can't even walk without looking like a human child who stole a sip of their parent's eggnog. Uuugh, n-my knees refuse to hold up my body.
I'm only 15 centimeters for crying out loud...
Wh-what is this smell? So strong, o-of fermentation. Who? What? Cough.
I wanted to know what was happening, so I opened my door.
.. Sh*t. I-I think th-there's a fault in my Temporal Space. My treehouse was teleported to sit behind a factory. It reeked of alcohol. My liver was crying.
..........Wh...what does that sign say?...
S...Sm*rnoff Co.?
...What the h*ll type of country is that...I...ishh...thnnnene....fuwehh
Hmm...S...so hot... I-I don't want this tight clothing on meeee...
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Hee-hee.......... I want, hiccup, to dance♥.
Dance♥! Dance♥! Dance♥! Dance♥! Dance~~♥!
…………………….PERFECT!
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