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Well last night was interesting. it started off with a simple idea, lets go get me drunk, and it ended with me crying for about 15 miles of walking home from rogers because i am an emotionaly distraught individual. In the middle there were strippers. lots of strippers. i didnt care for them because they just accentuated the fact that i am alone in this world and am an unloveable piece of shit. i still smell like strippers from my birthday dance they got me. the walk was nice i suppose. there was reflection involved and i was only moderately suicidal feeling. i may or may not have stood on a bridge looking down into darkness and decided against it because i was cold and jumping would just exagerate such freezing feelings. I was still drunk at this point so such things made sense to me at the time. in reflection im still glad i decided being colder would have been a bad plan. happy birthday to me