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Hi everyone… I have been thinking about filming a drunk video filmed by Dot. I have seen quite a few on YOUTube and thought they were pretty funny. What do you think?

I have been told that I get quite giddy and also VERY sexy. I thought I might film it when Dot and I are both first up and STILL sober, that way, I could begin from drink one until I exhibit signs of being intoxicated.  So, what are YOUR thoughts?

I would probably do it on a Friday when I am HOT, and ready to go do something crazy. Well, it was just an idea. Let me know if you would enjoy that.

Until Later…

When

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I got up today, turned on the news, and all I hear about is either war somewhere, someone shooting someone, or other ill news stories. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to turn on your TV sets and hear something PLEASANT for a change?

I must tell you, with the world going the way it is and people acting as if they have no morals at all, I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t even MAKE it to the end of the 2099. This is very depressing scenario at best.

My question, WHY? Why do people act the way they do? Wouldn’t you think they would REALIZE that greed and power just lends itself to destruction down the road? Why can’t we all just get along, helping each other when in need, and tending to the betterment of the planet?

I’m sorry but I just don’t GET it. I don’t know, I guess I am just too altruistic and hopeful for my fellow man. Either that or, maybe I just shouldn’t listen to the news anymore.

I still believe that one day; Humanity will wake up from its greed and power hungry thoughts, and turn them into positive ideas to HELP the world become a better place. I will NOT give up on us as a race; I just have to BELIEVE in Humanity a little more.

Until Later…

 

 

 

 

Sooz Does it Again

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Yup, I did it again. The other day about 4:00PM my light switch in the kitchen blew. I had just woken up from my post drunken nap, and had gone to the kitchen for a glass to continue my sustenance celebration.

When I went to turn on the light, it was like the freakin’ Fourth of July, bulbs blew everywhere, it was like “Cover your head, it’s raining glass”. Once again, being a confident, intelligent woman, I figured hey, it’s a switch, how hard could it be to fix?

So what did I do, I first had 3 shots of Vodka, woke Dot up to see if she could be of any help, (She was still passed out), oh well, and called my driver to take me to Home Depot.

I purchased a dimmer switch and off I went. When I returned home, Dot was up and continuing HER celebration so I joined in and helped her celebrate. When I asked her about the switch, she pleaded ignorance so I was on my own.

By now, I was VERY confident I could do this as, I WAS a “Little” Tipsy. I went to get all the tools I needed, pliers, wire cutters, wire caps, black tape, and, oh yes, a Vodka cranberry.

I figured I could do this…So, away I went. Now I realize I should have shut of the power first, but, as I said, I was feeling like a Professional Electrician by this time so I figured I would just be careful…BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!

Disconnecting the switch, no problem, but FIXING the switch BIG problem. I was TRYING to be careful not to touch BOTH the positive and negative wires together at the same time while fixing the light.

The first wire …No problem… The problem arose because I forgot to shut off the actual switch. You see, I was playing with it before I connected the wires and forgot to shut it all the way off.

So, as I tried to connect the power wire, my fingers got BUZZED, I immediately threw the switch out of my hand,sat down and had a shot of courage to help my twitching body.

Drunk now, I was NOT gonna let this thing get the best of me. Forging on, I turned the switch off, connected the power wire without incident, and pushed that bastard of a light switch back into the wall.

I stepped back, and with one hand, I slowly turned on the power…LIGHT APPEARED… I had done it. Well, that required a celebration, so Dot and I celebrated my victory the rest of the night.

Until Later…

 

 

 

Forgiveness

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I sit before you broken and drunk,

A pain within my soul cries out into the night,

Have I nothing of value left?

Hear my cry; all I ask of you is forgiveness.

 

Touch my soul, offer me recompense,

And guide me along the path of righteousness.

For this is what I seek,

The journey of drunkenness no longer sustains me.

 

Strengthen my resolve; Guide me within your light,

And let me follow the path towards everlasting light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Drunken Chatter

Hi everyone, my name is Sooz and I am wasted. It’s OK though, it IS Saturday night and I am in a partying mood. So, if you see any mistakes in this, and you probably will, it’s NOT because I can’t write properly, it’s because I’m writing while drunk.

I was on here anyway, just checking out the “articles”, and so I thought I would come on and just say hi out there to all my friends. So…Hi!!! The picture above isn’t me, but, I AM drinking a bottle of Jack, and I WAS just dancing a few minutes ago.

No, not at a club, at my house, all by myself, now dressed in this.

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What do you think? Do you like it? Of course NOW I am all hot and bothered and about ready to call my neighbor over for some late night entertainment, if ya know what I mean.

I just called him, and he said,”Sooz, are you drunk again”? I replied, “YUP, so are ya cummin…?” Hehehehehehehehe. He’s coming over now so I better have a drink and a pee and I will talk to all of you later. Kisses to all!!!!!

MUAH!!!

 

 

 

 

Sooz’s Christmas Letter to Santa

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Dear Santa:

As I write this Santa, I must admit I have been drinking. I hope that will not deter you from gracing my chimney and adding a load of presents by my tree. I must admit, for ME, I’ve been a “good” girl this year Santa, and if you’re good to me, I will make sure that you AND your reindeer have a ton of food to eat Xmas Eve.

Now for my gifts, since I am an alcoholic Santa, no one wants to be in a steady relationship with me, I was hoping you could find someone who could see me for the good things I do and accept me for who I am, you see, I am a lonely woman Santa, and a companion like that would really be appreciated.

I know what you’re going to say, “STOP DRINKING, and maybe I can get someone”. Believe you me Santa, I have tried and tried but to no avail. At this stage of my life, I could really use someone who is accepting rather than judgmental, ya know?

I KNOW that’s a tough one, but I would really like it if you could do something. I would also for at least 24 hours, true peace on Earth. I realize that THIS ask is for the Supreme Being, but I thought maybe you’ve had dealings with Her/Him before, so maybe that would be in the rehlm of possibility.

 Again, I realize this is a BIG ask, but, I believe once felt, they will continue on which will make the world a better place. I thank you for your kind attention, and say hi to Mrs. Clause for me. All the best,

Love,

Sooz

 

 

 

Christmas Memories

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Christmas time is, and always has been my favorite time of the year. Is it because of the lights or the Holiday Spirit, well, partly, but most of all, I LOVE giving to the poor and underprivileged.

I’m NOT patting myself on the back here, I am able to, and as such, I believe that by giving we receive. Does that make sense? They’re so many folks who have little or next to nothing who ALSO deserve a warm meal and some presents for their kids.

Years ago, my father instilled this in me as he would open our house up to help feed many underprivileged families. My mother would cook and cook until everyone was satisfied. Then, my father (who had hired someone to play Santa), would sing Christmas Carols as Santa handed out the presents to the children who were there.

Everyone, at least on Christmas Eve would leave a little happier than they came. I never forgot this lesson, on Xmas Eve, I go to the soup kitchens and help them cook and serve for countless people who would otherwise have little to eat.

Why do I do it, because to me, it is a blessing which reminds me of my gratefulness to the Almighty for being ABLE to give back? To ME, THIS is the REAL meaning of Christmas.

May you all have a very nice Holiday, and let me challenge you, (If you are able), to in some small way give back to those who may NOT have such a nice Christmas as you.

God Bless You All…

Until Later…

 

 

Dear Diary

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Dear Diary:

It’s midnight and as usual, I am wasted drunk. Ya know, the funny thing is, I LIKE being in a constant state of intoxication. Oh sure, sometimes I pee myself, or fall asleep and wake up on the floor, but really, the hardest part is waking up after a good drunk with all the awful effects.

What I really hate, is the feeling  like a train has run over me and my mouth is all fuzzy. Sure, I can always out drink it, but it takes between 6 and 8 shots before the headache subsides and I start to feel good again.

The question I always ask myself is WHY? My mother was a drunk and I swore I would never be like her, now look at me, a living breathing replica of my mother. The only difference is that I am a smart and rich drunk, big deal.

Why is it I ask myself that I enjoy being intoxicated? I am good looking, like to fuck, and love both men AND women, so why do I NEED alcohol? I believe it must be because somewhere in my life, I must feel insecure.

Sure, the money is great, but as stated, ‘It doesn’t buy happiness’. How true that is. I would much rather have a good woman, or man beside me, sharing in my joys and helping me when I’m down.

I have friends but, THEY don’t usually share a bed with me and discuss the future. I need someone to love me for WHO I am and what I’m about, someone who can love me unconditionally, and accept me for who I am with all my faults. Is THAT even possible?

And WHY am I rambling on to you Dear Diary, I guess it’s just the alcohol taking over at this point. For those who may read this, please don’t feel sorry for me, just try and understand me.

Well, I really can’t see to type anymore, so I guess I’ll just go to bed and pass out. Thanks for listening to all my tales of woe Diary; you’re a good sounding board. Good Night!!!

Until later…

 

 

 

 

Portrait of a Lover

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Drunk… As I write this, I am fully tipsy. Oh doth the pain trouble my aching heart. My soul is ripped, and I suffer the unending arrows of love, shot through my inebriated shell of a body.

Bella is gone; she has fled back to France without a word of comfort, only saying she could no longer live the life of opulence and splendor. WHAT??? My swollen eyes morn for her return, yet my mind reveals the truth.

I believed we were a match made in Heaven, a symbiotic relationship joined through love and admiration. One as a body, and one soul united through the truth of a perfect union.

I understand now that the truth reveals divergent paths. Are there no rules when it comes to love, should there BE so much hurt and disappointment for such a wondrous thing?

Woe, I say, for the aggrieved soul that is floating, as a bit of flotsam doth float in the sea, to recover a loss, is like waiting on the fallen rain to grow a single flower, slow as time passes, yet, fully and meaningful.

Once again, life starts anew, and leaves the weathered and confused soul to recover.

Cheers!!!