Lonely Place Called Home

so i want to tell you this..

i met this chick..

get along with my friends well..

have a nice twitter sessions with her..

etc

then last night i was pretty drunk..

i haven’t a slightest idea i was talking about..

i even babbled in English fluently!

all i know, i was only drinking “my five colored balloon”

and i was high enough to drive everywhere..

the fact that i was here at home..

and opened my tumblr for the last i don’t know when..

was a miracle,

All i wanted to know..

for now..

is whether i speak those nice and hearty 3 words or so..

or i haven’t spoken any important things at all to her…

thank you.. and good night…