OK, how did my night go? Let me try to spin some thread for ya; college b-ball hoppin, beer tabs were poppin, pyramids constructed, J-lo and Clooney lockin lips and no sinking ships could keep me from the foos and the destruction of Dan/Liz vs. me. Silly fools!!! I was way too trashed, in other words. I don't often get that sloppy, but it really picked up my spirits. Dan and myself did 12 by 12 which is 12 beers a peice by 12 o'clock. We started at 8:45. The last few days I have been in that mode where everyone sounds like they're full of shit and it makes me kind of sad because it sort of makes a point of how I am different than most people. I need to find my tribe, yes yes. I think Dan could be in my tribe. He isn't full of shit. Hahahaha, he is full of probably gooey mucus and functional organs. I got a good feeling about today, though. I got the feeling like I am going to enjoy everyone. Random comment: I think that I must be one of the world's best at being able to withhold what I am thinking and feeling when I am drunk. SUCH PRECISE CONTROL!! I hope holding in these feelings don't self-destruct in the future, probably not. Like most people, I don't shove my feelings down, I shove them through me and let them fly free from me.

"Lost souls, you and I, my dear. Whiskey bottle and a 45, my dear. We're on a road, suitcase and cellophane, my dear. Whiskey bottle and a 45 satisfies my dear and someones whispering into my ear, asking softly, 'what do you fear today cuz in faitlhess times I know your hate, I've seen your crimes, I've felt your cruelty in the bubblegum years'." -Gomez

Ja luv, y'all!

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