burnbright

it's nice when your best friend can tell you that you're a good kisser. (it's a little bit of a shock to realize you were too drunk to remember the extent of making out that happened, the involvement of other people, or the scene you were apparently making.)

it's not so nice when you can't remember shit that happened that you REALLY REALLY should remember.


my head hurts and my stomach is not quite right and i really have to go and buy cat food and new plugs because i think i lost one of mine in the toilet while i was throwing up. none of this do i want to do. if i had it my way, i would have stayed asleep all day. i didn't really get up until about 6pm anyway (ghosty: "why is it dark outside?" ) when erin called to say she was coming home and i realized that i could no longer lay in bed naked (which was the only thing that made me feel better, strangely enough). the bright lights of petco do not sound like the place for me to be.

okay. i think it's time to lay back down on the couch now.