Yesterday, in a brief description, was yet again one of my drunken humilation nights. And do you know whats even better? Is that it only took 1 and a half martini's to get me the drunkest I've been since highschool. I mean like fall-off-your-stool, Emily's-a-Norwegian-stripper drunk. I started trying to have deep intellectual conversations about art with strangers. We'll leave it at that.
WELLLLLLLL looks like I better go get ready for work. AHH I really don't want to go.
The End