ao-charlot

by Du Fu, Chinese poet + source here in autumn rain, the grasses rot and die, below the steps, the jueming's colour is fresh. full green leaves cover the stem like feathers, & countless flowerse bloom like golden coins. the cold wind, moaning, blows against you fiercely, i fear that soon you'll find it hard to stand. upstairs the scholar lets down his white hair, he faces the wind, breathes the fragrance, & weeps.

:drunk: alright, so i've never been drunk before & if anyone ever met me, they'd probably think i'm not the "drunk" type of person. i'm pretty much known as a goody-goody, but i want to try at least once. at the very very least, just once in my life. it's not working! vodka, straight-up, chugged, mixed, --- all in one night. it's not working. ahhhh! hahaha, this must sound pathetic. && i know it's not just water because all around, my friends were damn drunk. oh well, it's alright. i still have fun. we go to karaokes every time we plan on drinking, so there's still dancing, yelling, screaming, && the like. Barbie Girl, Lady Marmalade, Hey