last night was a little out there. if only i had brought my camera. i've gotten bad about that.

there was a couch that smelled like fish.
50 cent wells at side bar.
drunken text messages.
godly jack in the box.
a short nap outside the theatre.
we woke up michael ann's new neighbors at 3am by throwing rocks at their windows so we could meet carlos the stoned tattoo artist.
a walk to jupiter where i stole a glass that was ours all along.
and i saw a dude i used to work with whose name i couldn't remember but he noticed that i lost weight and he liked my hair. people i barely know should do that more often. just be like "hey, good to see you, you look great, bye". a very efficient conversation.

john is sleeping with her. i hate thinking about it, but it's not like i'm reserving myself either. i hate that i have double standards about everything... sometimes. when he comes to denton, i need to tell him everything. but it was comforting because i knew that he is finally being honest about what is going on. but my biggest fear is still that it will turn into more than just two friends fucking and trying to survive the summer and that he will come back and not want to be with me. biggest fear.

spiders have nothing on that one.

my favorite drunk food and hangover food is kfc. even though i woke up this morning feeling and looking skinnier, i'm weighing out significantly more. whatever, i still need some kfc.