Monday, April 23, 2007

I often think about the times I've said something that didn't really mean. Like this one time, up north, when I was talking about my grandma and I made this ridiculous comment about .... well whatever ..... but it was so rude and I've tortured myself about it ever since. Or that other time, when I was with P and we were visiting Chi-Town. I was drinking car crashes all night and for whatever reason, a friend and I were fighting and we ended up beating the bejesus out of each other. The worst part was that it was all on tape - and that I started the whole stupid thing. Needless to say, I refuse to either drink hard liquor or fight anymore. Oh no wait, I did go with a wiskey and coke all night at my brothers wedding and let's just say getting caught lightin it up at the bar, drunk off my pa-toot, by a very overprotective aunt was only one of the very stupid things I did that night.

Hmm. Come to think of it, everything I just wrote involved some sort of hard liquor. Wow. That's not cool. That's really not cool at all. That is absolutely mortifying.

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