knifeboy

a sure sign of when you have had too much to drink the night before is when you wake up on a couch and can't seem to locate your pants. . .so shocked was i by the chilly sensation passing between my legs that upon finding my pants i walked out the door of the house and walked for twelve or so miles at 6:12 AM in a direction that seemed to appeal to me at the time through downtown columbus. what i learned on my little expedition:
1. vomit comes in so many different colors that it defies belief
2. buses in ohio cost way more than buses in providence
3. diner people are really sociable and nice at 6AM
4. i need new boots, otherwise the vomit might try and come home with me
5. tequilla = the following . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
6. nothing about this town is mine anymore

apparently i also punched a kid that i sorta kinda know, who is sorta kinda a jackass. even though i apologized extensivly, i still feel bad about it because, while said individual is hardly someone i care to associate with, he wasn't really doing anything dramatically annoying at the time. at least anything i can remember. . .

anywho my lovelies, i hope to read about all of your exploits and hope you all had fun over the holidays!

PS. returning home tommarow! WoW here i come!