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Yeah drunken updates! Really, are there any other kind worth writing? To sum up my night: I drank, I went to Taco Bell, I drank some more, I went to a show, and then I drank. I can't count the times on three hands I've heard some variation of "I'm worried about you" over the last week. Ya know what though? Come February 14 (a.k.a. Satan's B'day), I'll have alcohol. What the fuck will you have? Oh yeah, probably someone who cares about you, nevermind. I sometimes feel like I'm the only single person left on earth and I'll be that way until I die, but that's just alcohol and reality talking, so I'll ignore that feeling. I should probably stop writing in this journal since all I do anymore is get drunk and bitch about my life. Yeah, its no one's fault but mine that I'm in this position, but it gets damn lonely sometimes. I think I'll stop writing... at least for a few days, until there's something new for me to complain about. Haha, I'm such an ass.