Someone said the most ridiculous thing to me the other day

"You're a hopeless romantic and you thrive on the pain it causes you"

WTF?

I really don't enjoy any bit of any pain.


So...I got done with Clare's audio letter today. Sent it off. I feel bad that I missed her birthday but then again, she wasn't precisely on time with mine either. EH.

THE EH, is for you Courtney. Cause...um...that's totally you EH. (english major?)

So, I went out drinking for the third night in a row the other day. It was great fun. Went to the jazz factory, played pool with high school pals...and got stinking drunk. YES, stinking drunk. It was really bad. My tab was 52 something and all of it almost was hard liquor.

the receipt ( I didn't read it till the next day actually) said:
4 Evan Williams
5 Southern Comfort
1 Guinness draft
2 Jagermeister

Did I feel hungover...no. Did I still feel drunk? YES. But I didn't really drink all that. Two or three of those were drinks for other people. Anyway, it was great fun...the first time I've ever really gone drinking with the highschool crowd. I mean really drinking...Jared and I went to the docks this past summer but that wasn't any big deal.

People in attendence:
Jared George Dovers
Brandon Cole Mader
Karsten Lowe
Blake Johnson
Joseph Victor Ybarra
Josh Edmonson

GOOD TIMES.

Um, sorry for talking about all that Alfred and Bessima. I know you are disappointed. But that's just too bad. And no, I don't have a problem. So you can deal.

What up Lamb?

No deep or meaningful thoughts today. Sorry people.

Sidenotes?
No thankyou. Perhaps another day.