Attack Of The Ninja Liver

Considering the recent turn of events over on the work front, my friends have been particulary mindful about my depression and are working diligently to cheer me up 'round the clock which I've found mildly amusing but also incredibly heartwarming.

Oddly enough, my desire for alcohol has diminished slightly instead of sky-rocketing and I've been making a conscious effort to stay away from it for a hot minute. Mainly because I want to be able to write posts that make sense for you guys. Also because hangovers suck and I'm supposed to be looking for a job asides from chasing stardom. But mostly, because I want to be sober when Blogger finally B.O.N.'s me, if that ever happens.

This isn't a real post as much as it is a big fat thank you to all who've been so supportive of my recent demise and told me fabulous things like "You have Jesus!" and "Just drown in wine, you can do it!" And fuck yeah, Jesus is on my side and for sure I'm diving in a bottle of pinot this weekend.

Oh shit, wait.

There's no wine in Cuba... Gah, that means I'm going to have to drink that rubbing alcohol punch my cousin forced down my throat last time which sent me to the hospital and had me on a black tea diet for three days. If my ninja liver makes it this time, then for sure I'm bound for greatness...

The bestie Olivia took some time off her busy debauchery schedule while she was in Munich and sent me an email that put a smile on my face and hell yes I'm corny so I'm sharing it with you. She attached two pictures to the email and I opened them before reading and granted I was a bit confused by the first one.

That's me? What do you mean, that's me? I know it's been a tough couple of days but dayum I wasn't aware I looked like a dude. Let alone a white dude. Anyhow I opened the second attachment and read her email and it all made sense. Sort of.

I really hope there's some vodka in Cuba because seriously after this post I'm never getting B.O.N.'d... Not by Blogger, nor by Ricky Martin. Thank God I'm celibate for another 85 days.

Yes. I counted (don't judge me).

Update: I tried whoring this new post out on Facebook and I got this interesting little captcha. This isn't the first time Facebook tries to physically harm me, but what does this even mean?

p.s. Almost forgot! I did my first "guest post" over at my fabu friend Patty Punker's page on yesterday and it totally rocked. I didn't write anything, but I made drawings for her about peaches and blood and a bunch of other wonderful stuff that you'll be delighted to read :) Careful, she'll bite your head off if you piss her off.

Why anyone on earth would want me to draw stuff for their blog is an unsolveable mystery to me. No offense Pattylicious :)