Alcohol Is Bad

Ugh, yeah, so last night (or rather Friday since it's now Sunday) was not one of my finer nights. I went to Jesse's (where else?) and I had a bit too much drink.

Actually, I was falling down drunk. Litterally, I was tripping over furiniture and could barely stand. I almost passed out on Mike's lap, which would have been amusing if nothing else.

Life is complicated. When I'm drunk stupid things don't seem stupid, so I do them and then I wake up and I'm filled with horror and revulsion. It's not a nice feeling.

I did meet a guy. Well, not meet, since I've known him since I was 5, but talked to for the first time in several years and discovered he's quite nice and cute and smart. I'm not sure how interested I am, but it is nice to know there are a few good guys in this town.

I ended up crashing there last night since I was too drunk to bother calling and getting a ride home nad there's plenty of room. Of course, there's a whole story there, but we're not going there. Let's just say, as soon as I woke up (at 6:30 a.m), I hightailed it out of there.

I needed to get away. I'm not always the smartest person when I'm drunk, but I always regret whatever I did when I'm sober. At least, that's something. If only I would learn and not wake up with regrets, huh?

And for anyone reading this, don't worry I didn't have sex with anyone last night or anything. I'm not that stupid. I'm not willing to go into details, but I didn't want one of my friends to have a panic attack or anything after reading this.

I will add that I truly hate men. Most men that is. They confuse me and they infuriate me. Unfortunately, I'm not at all attraced to women, so... I'm stuck with men. Even if I hate them.

I know this is a vague, strange entry, but I needed to pour out some of my thoughts and I didn't really want to go into details. So the result is vague and disjointed. Sorry.