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The rantings of drunk go like this:
Tonight I went out with Jenny, Helen, and Sam.
We went to the Watermark first. This caused me to create a new drink rule: the first drink rule (if an establishement's clientele hasn't become attractive within 1 beer's time,then it's time to move on. The Watermark's customer base was at least a 12-pack tonight while Ken's was closed. So instead we went to the Country Club. Jenny, Moose (Steve), and I drank until we couldn't see straight (2am-ish). We came home, then I went to plau cards next door til jjust now.
I "are" so drunk. No... really.
You know... I had been contacted earlier by this gal I had gone to school with. I gave her the addy of my LJ, and I haven't really heard from her since. C'est la vie. I wish her the best none the less (I can understand how fruiity my thoughts/hopes/dreams can be). I wish her the best.
From tis point on, I wqill not bre spell=checlking. I am pretty daqmnede shit-faced (fit-saced for ythose of you not psying attention).
I sort of want to return the favor to Shelly and intrduce her to my family as she did me to hers, but am also glad that I do nit have that to deal with at the moment. Is it too slefish to only want to deal with her in my life if she holds a certain place?
Moving pon... well, there really is nothing left beyong this. zI guess that makes me a shallow drunk =p
Have I mentioned lately how much I wenjoy blondes? bwaahaahaahaa!
Okay, going to play more Doom3 til I pass out.