Last Night and Today

Last Night (as posted to my myspace at 3AM):

I wanted to write something, because I’ve had that mood in me that says I can tap into characters and plot, but I think that ‘s the alchohol talking. I had a kind of difficult day, but the night’s drinking and partying more than made up for it. Found another fun club, and met a yummy Jordanian. I even picked up a few words of arabic and called him with them, but he actually picked up instead of his message machine, which was weird, because I lost hold of my message machine designed script.

Wow, as coherent and poetic I feel in my mind, what’s put onto the digital canvas is tossed out like barfed up cookies.

Ughh…

Today:

It’s so weird to feel a sense of accomplishment from a drunk pickup in a club. Like, isn’t that the whole reason people go to clubs? But I feel great, like I’ve conquered some new mountain. The thing is, I’m 27 and I’ve never really done anything like that. Which makes me an abberition, but who cares.

I’m not shy. I’ve just been more or less in a relationship (albeit, not committed, so why didn’t I do anything before now? Laziness? Probably) since I was 20. Now, I’m doing all of the fun single stuff I never really did because I always had that shadow of relationship hanging over me. And I feel great!

Love and Peace