pucabul

Friends are good. Especially the kind you can hang out with and they don't try to make you feel like everything wrong is your fault. They just spend time with you and it's not about who's in control of the situation. That rocks, and the rest of them can eat my ass. Really. Who's a happy camper...? I'm a happy camper!

Or maybe just a little drunk.

But that hardly invalidates the feeling of freedom I feel now that I'm free.

And drunk.

But not much.

Really.

It's true.

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Uh-oh... SOMEone was drunk and posting last night...