champagneofdudes

Oh man...what a weekend!!!

Okay, so It wasn't that exciting. There was good, there was bad and there is still a mysterious bruise hanging around. I'll spare you all the depressingly stupid details but they involve a girl I've been on a few dates with over the past week or so. Opportunity only presents itself a few times a decade for me and sometimes I go for it, other times I fuck it up like a stupid asshole. I probably l didn't even fuck anything up but I like to dwell on things until they blow in my brain and I can't think about anything else. That is where I am on this fine Sunday afternoon. Sorry about the depressing journal. These tend to come around a lot when I actually keep a journal. I think not keeping a journal is better for me mentally but oh well, fuck it.

I guess one of these days I'll have to learn the concept of "putting the moves on." This is something that I have failed at for years and from the look of things I will fail for years to come. The problem is, this is what I think about after I actually had a really good weekend...drinking with friends, having a really fun date. I need help I think.

Wish me luck at my job interview tomorrow. When I get there I will have been awake for 24 hours straight so I probably won't be able to form sentences, let alone make a good impression. We shall see.

Should've kept the moustache I guess.