i'm gross. all i'm saying is that the previous entry [the song] describes last nite to a tee. i almost had a repeat of the southern comfort incident. trust me, i was this close.

all my friends knew that don and i messed around, but they didn't know exactly what went on. now they do. i mean, how could they not as i kept screaming at don that his pants were too tight and i couldn't get them unbuttoned.

i think that's the only stupid thing i said, although i'm not sure as wyatt said my cover was blown once or twice.

but who cares. i'm stupid and i should just stop drinking all together. i won't, but at least i recognize that i should.