I’m so very drunk. Double shot of my good pal Jose Quervo, a shot of the devil (El Toro), and a glass of Goldenschlager on ice. WHOOOOO!!! Do you HEAR ME, WORLD?!?! You can’t beat me because I’m FUCKING TRASHED!!!

And tomorrow, this will look so stupid, and so ridiculous, but it’s ok. Because I have a story in my head. I have a story in my head and a goal in my mind. And that goal has friends. Many, many friends.

And I make funny faces when I’m drunk. WHOOO!

It doesn’t matter that the graduate student from before is avoiding me and with someone else. It doesn’t matter that I saw my pregnant ex today at 21st Century. It doesn’t matter that I can be pathetic, because I HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED. Not by a long shot, fuck-o ( <— ‘s word). Not by a long shot.

Time to sleep soundly.