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sathorI kept to my promise and got totally trashed last night at a party that at it's peak had about 12 or so people there, which doesn't happen that often for me.
I started drinking around 10:00, by the end of the night (6:00) I had tallied up about 6 or 7 5.9% Molson Best 12oz, and about two Busch pounders.
To go along with all of that, throughout the night total there was about 7 bowls passed around, though four of them we were pretty sure was leaf from someone's sister's bag.
So yeah, I was pretty well hammered. We played a lot of drinking games and I smoked a good amount of tobacco. But I had a lot of fun, which makes this sorta thing good to do on occasion.
However, matt showed up at one point and that might've killed most of my fun-loving spirit. I was drunk and high, so it's not like I was aggressive, maybe it was /he/ who was aggressive, telling me I'm not honest with myself and that if I was really honest I'd be more of a hippy (and popular) than a goth.
What he forgets is that dress is about pleasing oneself, not others. Matt always did feel like he had to tell everyone what he thought was right and no one was going to tell him otherwise.
And like everyone, still doesn't /believe/ how I could have possibly fell in love with Cass. Well damn, I guess it's me who dealt with it, and me who believes it.
Ahh well, everything else was fun.
I started drinking around 10:00, by the end of the night (6:00) I had tallied up about 6 or 7 5.9% Molson Best 12oz, and about two Busch pounders.
To go along with all of that, throughout the night total there was about 7 bowls passed around, though four of them we were pretty sure was leaf from someone's sister's bag.
So yeah, I was pretty well hammered. We played a lot of drinking games and I smoked a good amount of tobacco. But I had a lot of fun, which makes this sorta thing good to do on occasion.
However, matt showed up at one point and that might've killed most of my fun-loving spirit. I was drunk and high, so it's not like I was aggressive, maybe it was /he/ who was aggressive, telling me I'm not honest with myself and that if I was really honest I'd be more of a hippy (and popular) than a goth.
What he forgets is that dress is about pleasing oneself, not others. Matt always did feel like he had to tell everyone what he thought was right and no one was going to tell him otherwise.
And like everyone, still doesn't /believe/ how I could have possibly fell in love with Cass. Well damn, I guess it's me who dealt with it, and me who believes it.
Ahh well, everything else was fun.
