ok so i broke my no alcohol promise....i drank...maybe...three glasses of wine, in quick succession...never mind, so i'm drunk...a little...not a lot...not enough to mutilate myself or anything...plus the tattoo count as mutilation of some form. not the point, the point is, at least i'm not fucking a stranger without a condom or hating myself, instead i'm just watching a comedy and talking to my best friend patrick nelson childs....a much more healthy way to be depressed i think no?
bye