I am a rock star...?
Last night was an epic hard core bender resulting in an hours-long blackout and lengthy descriptions from witnesses about my behavior. I did something with someone last night that I should really fucking feel guilty about. This morning I kept wondering why I didn't feel guilty. It was because I was still drunk. It's alright, I'm hiding out at my friend Nikki's house tonight. I joined a gym officially today. Feels good working out again. It's like I became single and suddenly realized that I'm fucking fat. God Dammit.
Festa Italiana this weekend in Portland and a rafting trip the week after that.
I feel like Doogie Howser typing on this thing.
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