apparently i have a problem or a conscience or morals or something now. i was supposed to fuck walker on friday. couldn't. i was in a funk. then last night travis came over ((which was awesome)) and that is the story i will tell now:

the metal band we were supposed to see went on at ur mom's at 9p. the olive garden closes at 11p. however, i got the lucky last table at 10.55p. fuckers. so i didn't leave until almost midnight. i met travis at dan silver leaf. apparently that band was lame, so we walked to hooligans. good times.

drank lots of whiskey. chatted it up with travis.

went home ((with travis)) and we watched the original teenage mutant ninja turtles movie on vhs. ((i bet drunks quoting movies all drunklor gets pretty obnoxiouslor when you're sober))

but for some reason, i couldn't fuck him either. so we just had to fall asleep on my futon. which makes me feel bad because the last time i saw him i had just been complaining about how boys don't put out anymore. and then i get two cool guys dropped on me two nights in a row and for some reason i back down. weird. maybe i need to be more drunk and less tired or something. whatever.

what's with me today?

what's with today, today?