Friday, March 07, 2008

Naturally, intoxication leads to thoughts about punctuation.

The funny thing about alcohol is that it makes me really tired and not brilliant, so please forgive me for the fact that I have nothing of value to say. I don't do this often. Though something occurred to me just now:

I am the sort of person who would get a colon tatooed on my butt.
Or maybe a semi-colon, if I was feeling particularly half assed.