Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I was so drunk on Saturday I've been having dreams about things that I did and don't remember and can't remember whether the things in the dreams actually happened or not.

And I sent the drunkest message ever and the only part I remember is "Whatever, I'm sick of your shit" and I'm too scared to go read it again. But you know, messages that start in "Whatever, I'm sick of your shit" usually are friendship killers anyway, so I'm not that concerned.

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