in the end.
i suppose everyone gets to be a little bit drunk but within the radius of typing and make an entry every once in a while. especially when they have been recently scorned by alcoholic boys for not drinking enough. and when they have spent over $50 in one evening. and start to think it was worth it, even if only for not enough drinks and amazing sushi and sake and a half-asian boy and a 15 year old girl and comedy. because sometimes new york makes things like that happen even when they shouldn't.
and sometimes apparently i do things that i don't remember doing. and sometimes apparently people who i would expect to have forgotten me start getting better at remembering.
and also i'm hungry
and i wish someone would tell me where to get a thing so i can put pictures here? more or less for purposes of marie seeing them, so she really should be the one to answer them, because then i don't have to figure out how to send them. or something like that.
shit.
and sometimes apparently i do things that i don't remember doing. and sometimes apparently people who i would expect to have forgotten me start getting better at remembering.
and also i'm hungry
and i wish someone would tell me where to get a thing so i can put pictures here? more or less for purposes of marie seeing them, so she really should be the one to answer them, because then i don't have to figure out how to send them. or something like that.
shit.