drunk and waiting for my ride
going out to the pitcher house with julie and dyanna. hello any day now. meeting friends from work. this entry already seems quite disjointed. waiting for ivan. where's ivan. everyone's gonna be gone. there's a band at the pitcher house. hope they're good. it's 3 dollars to get in. i don't have 3 dollars. i'm so fucking poor. so fucking poor. jesus. their here. is that proper grammar. im too drunk too tell right htis sec. i can't even remember what im writing. okay...off to the pitcher house.