To you I'm an atheist, to God I'm the loyal opposition.

Jan 28, 2005 13:31


I am absolutely in love with old punk music. I just listen to it and it makes me happy, and then I dream about boning a really tattoo covered pierced up black haired punk rock dude. And then I have to go to my room.

Beer pong last night destroyed me to the point where I was laying in my bed spinning and way too drunk to talk on the phone. When I tried to listen and concentrate on the words my head would feel as though it was gonna explode. I set two alarms but still woke up 2 hours after I was supposed to be in class. Woops! Tomorrow is another day.

One of the dudes that was over last night (it was all dudes and me, typical) was Chucks frat friend and he was 18 and, GET THIS, married! W-T-F!? He'd gotten wasted and gotten married to a girl still in high school in NY, but he said that he was going to stay married and settle down with her later but they were both still allowed to bang other people.

I told him I did not forsee it working out. But I am a pessimist.

I can not even imagine getting married. That's one thing that I could never be drunk enough to do. I am extremely selfish and I'm pretty sure my own personal version of hell would involve having to sign away the rest of my time to somebody else.

I also never want to have to make sure something is okay with my husband or be like "oh, frank doesn't want me to go" and shit like that. I am getting angry just typing this.

I also smoked the rest of my Camel Lights last night and I know I'm gonna want more tonight but I really don't want to spend money on cigarettes. I know the second I get drunk I will change my mind though, dammit. It sucks when you know your drunk self so well that you can totally predict your behavior and activities, but you can do nothing to change them. I could never persuade drunkAlecia that she does not have money for cigarettes. She would laugh at me and slam a beer and scream about how she's going to marry Talib Kweli and then fall over while trying to dance to the Buzzcocks.

You know how I do.
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