[TTally]

New Years. What was your favorite part of that? Working that next day and getting time and a half? Seeing all your friends? Seeing the contents of your friend’s stomach contents fall out on the floor? Seeing your stomach contents on the floor? Going on-line and finding other lonely people that make you think for one fleeting second you’re NOT alone?


Well I don’t care about YOUR favorite part anyway. Mine had to have been the car ride home/fragments of memories surfacing from the night before like a dead bloated body/curing the hangover with more alcohol. See, I ALWAYS go to my friend Benike’s house for New Years- always. So the fact this year I had to drive two hours in the dead of night, facing winters icy wrath, to drink with good friends wasn’t an issue. Ok I went for the drinks- fuck the people. The issue arose the next morning.


The sun was high and bright, the pristine white snow reflecting it back. The two hour car drive. The light hurt my recently drunk eyes, and the beer slit stated. Yes, silt. Like the nasty old dirt that is so thin it won’t stay as you put it. It started when I used the rest room before begin my endeavor. After doing my business there, I notice the smell. It smelled JUST like vodka. Pure, undiluted vodka. I walked out the rest room and asked the remaining party if it was a good thing that my piss smelled like alcohol, they diverted this question by asking about another topic.


I said my goodbyes, loaded myself into the car, and started to drive through the Cities. A very busy roadway with people just as out of it as I was. I then farted. It smelled like pumpkins. “Hey do you smell that?” I asked my imaginary passenger. Yes, the imaginary passenger smelled it also. We laughed. I fiddled with the radio and windows then to find good driving/smoking environment and, OH! My favorite song! Blind Melon, No Rain. ( [Only registered and activated users can see links. ] for those of you like me who enjoy knowing what I’m talking about).
“All I can say is that my life is pretty plain!” I started to belt. My imaginary passenger, (let’s name him Bob) started to sing with, laughing at me. I started to dance to my own amusement, forgetting that once again, it’s a VERY BUSY road I’m driving on. No, the safety issue wasn’t a fact here. It was, I forgot people could see me. “But it's not sane, it’s not sane!”


Full arm movements, torso swinging as far as it could, singing at the top of my lungs, (Bob started to complain about that after 45 minutes). I thought to myself how entirely truthful this song was to me. “And I don't understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there's no rain, and all I can do is read a book to stay awake….” I do have intelligent thoughts, I do- Oh excuse me for a moment need another beer- ok where was I? Even at this point if I attempted to go back and read what I wrote it won’t help.


I noticed the noticing that got me noticed and I stopped my notification movements. AKA- I stopped dancing. Then Bob laughed at me. Thus why we aren’t speaking right now- I yelled at him.


Why am I even writing this now? For that two hour car drive I talked to myself in narrative the entire way- so I could put myself down on something more stable then my own psychic elements. The internet. Eh who cares, sing with me.


“All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
you don't like my point of view
you think I'm insane
It’s not sane......it's not sane.”

[ARTHURIUSS]

It's been ages since I've have shed a tear,but I'm not ashamed to do so over a literary skill that is so sublime and moving at the same time.

Tally has truly once and for all distanced herself from all competition and her name heceforth will be spoken with the same awe and admiration we reserve for the Bard!

This new global best seller from TTally is sure to break barriers setup by the conservative writing community and herald a new age of bold drunk authors,cast in the mould of the inimitable TTally.

Ladies,Gentlemen and whatever else you are...be sure not to miss this masterpiece of Epic Drunken propotions and a rendering applause for the sublime drinking capacity and writing skill of it's peerless author!

[seankun]

wow i read all of this...............

[colormeKEVO]

Nice TTally!! I felt your pain of that 2 hour car trip.And I also applauded your efforts to pull yourself out of the funk with Blind Melon(one of my favs as well).I dont know if I would want to be Bob and suffer your pumpkin smelling farts though..lol.Good job on conveying your thoughts to us,you should certainly shoot for a future as an author. ^_^

[Ace7X]

I read all of it.

First I was like.. wt?

and the, I lol 'd!

=D

[TTally]

[Only registered and activated users can see links. ]THE msic vdeo

[ARTHURIUSS]

Originally Posted by TTally

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THE msic vdeo

As stunning as her literary work! A work of pure Genius....

[TTally]

Arth- I woves u.

sometimes songs just get so... stuck in your head u need to purge it out somehow. I chose prose and video. It's still jammed in there though...... next perhaps a broadway play?

[patrickdesu]

sugoi