Drunk me when I was younger: Collapsing fully dressed in full makeup possibly with shoes on to sleep somewhere that may or may not be the bed.
Drunk me now: Brushes, flosses, goes through full skin care routine, drinks three glasses of water and has to be told it’s okay not to wash my makeup brushes or put my hair in pincurls for the night just this once

…this doesn’t mean I’m a functional or together human being, just that I’m vain as fuck.

I Like Imagining A Never Christianized England Where The Druidic Priests sound Exactly Like COE Vicars

*droning* “Hail Sulis, queen of the harvest, blessed is thy holy light, we ask you to accept this goat as a sign of our reverence to your power and benevolence”
“Do remember that the spring fete is coming up and we will be drawing lots for the sacrifice on the next full moon, additionally there will be a cream tea to benefit the stone circle maintenance fund this coming Wednesday, and we must remember to thank Mrs. Springfield for providing several of her excellent cakes”