each show I attend at you I get progressively more wasted. to the point where I don't remember anything past half way through Ruin Lust's set last night until waking up fully clothed this morning, looking on Facebook and seeing that I posted some crazy creepy shit on my ex-girlfriend from high school's wall, among other drunken idiocy. I was just glad to see my bike in my front hall when I left for work (still drunk) since I have no memory of riding it home whatsoever.
point of this brool story co: KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK! PT 109 HELPS ME BE ALL I CAN BE!
hahaha I don't even know what the fuck I was talking about!
she probably thinks I'm obsessed with her now, and honestly I don't even think about her that much. oh well, at least I'm not fag enough to delete that shit. LET IT STAND.