yeah right, loser.

so ais got sick last night, and i didn’t. it has got to be a mid-west thing. they breed us to be alcholics. mike fabiano said that i’ve just learned to hold my own. we talked about how crazy we were in mt. pleasant. and he kept insisiting he was crazier, which i completly agreed with. but then he would just have to reassure him self and mention that he drank more, smoked more and did more lines. i never doubted him.

drunk dialing all the boys that i did last night, was not a fantastic idea. i have a bad habit of calling james when i indulge. but last night it was funny, and we had a great conversation, so i don’t think he minded entirely.

i eventually turned my phone off, which was a good idea.

i was pretty close to sober by 11:30. which is mega lame. i would have had more, but everyone was on their way to bed. and i hate being the last person awake.

i want to throw some clothes on, so i don’t look like a totaly looser slob who sleeps in to 11 and then i want to get lunch.

sarah