Other things lately have been mildly disappointing and i'm leaving a lot out of my journal. What the hell kind of journal is this if I can't write out all my hideous demons? I just don't want to look bad. You know. With the bad decisions. Last night, for instance, was kooky. I had a great time talking to boys, talked a lot with mopmonster and yanked on rabbitron's braids and sniffed people. Goths and rivethead freaks smell really nice sometimes. I am so clearly hormonally driven. I should just go in to the forest and smear myself with mud and rut fervently for 3 months and come back to civilization once it's out of my system.
A gallant young man named Larry drove my drunk ass home last night and he and his friend Jon were both charming and amusing. Everyone was nice, and I was obnoxious with the Red Bull and Vodka. I'm not doing THAT again.