soberer
sober-er than i usually am. just got home from a party. managed to piss someone off and intentionally spill my drink on someone else. what is it about guys who fight that just puts me in an awful ugly place. as the party was winding down, a host and another dude totally chased down these other guys who had just left the party. for all i know, they are still beating the dudes up into a bloody pulp in an alley somewhere. i hate boys who fight. i hate drunken fights.
but what's up with the 20 year old punk rocker who was hitting on me? and i looked awful too. i just got home and looked in the mirror and realized i looked like trash. maybe that was it. anyways...i'll be as old as you want me to be. honey, i can see right through you and if i can't take you to a bar, there's no chance in hell...
did meet this other dude ... i love inviting people to shit when i'm drunk. but this guy was cute. despite being a capitalist. i hope he comes...eye contact ... but more chemistry with friend ... i don't know. it'll be my birthday ... i'll have an excuse to be obnoxious.