I'm falling asleep right now. Not because I'm tired, but becuase I'm drunk. And I'm farting because of the vanilla ice cream and plum wine I had earlier. You must be wondering waht I'm doing typing this on 2AM the night of St. Patty's day. Well lets just say that a cetain someone that I live with is upstairs about to land some vagina while I'm downstairs listening to a mix CD of disco dance songs to drown out any sex sounds. Now lets be honest. I'm not with anyone right now because I have no game. I spent tonight staring off into space, talking to a dude that also wasn't part of the inner circle of friends that we ran into, and talking to a friend of a friend that I think is really cute. My lame ass was hoping that I could get some play from her because she was really drunk but my kARMA is low so no such luck. So I had to drive my friends car tonight because I was the least drunk of the four of us. And while driving home I joked that I was one of the scariest men in America or someother nonsens, and the cute girl the I wanted to get with said," DOn't say that, you're a nice guy." And you know what that means. SHe thinks I'm a fag and Im never getting any play from her. "Nice guy" is girl slang for 'dude I will never ever fuck'. Other things that make me this happy are going to work, being robbed and contracting untreatable diseases. Hey god, can I have my check please.
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