From Yale to Jail

A thirty something Ivy Leaguer keeps the public aware of her opinions on things topical and struggles with multiple demons: alcohol, the law and remaining effortlessly hip in a changing world.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

And without the munchkins...

My sister found it amusing that a poster doubted that I had been a huge drunkard and doper. Honey, I was like Judy Garland without the talent.

7 Comments:

  • At 5:47 AM, Blogger swirlogirl said…

    I hop you at least have some hot ruby slippers

     
  • At 1:02 PM, Blogger n.v. said…

    Was that me as the poster, Biki?

     
  • At 6:01 PM, Blogger bikipatra said…

    Hmmmm, I forget...

     
  • At 11:31 PM, Blogger Bastya and Vincent said…

    I'm thinking you and Tall Thing had a lot in common.
    You seem more sane than her though.

     
  • At 4:18 PM, Blogger bikipatra said…

    I AM sane. I have only been diagnosed with four mood disorders. They try to lock me up but those white coated bastards legally have never been able to keep me for more than two weeks. Hmph!

     
  • At 11:14 AM, Blogger Bastya and Vincent said…

    White coated bastards suck.

     
  • At 3:25 AM, Blogger yournamehere said…

    White coated bastards suck unless they drive an ice cream truck.

    That rhyme was so unintentional.

     

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