so i got drunk to the point of puking lastnight on my friend's floor. i think i'm even still a bit drunk this morning. i feel terrible about it, since he's such a neat freak and all and seemed so pissed at me. i think i left my cell there though so there's no avoiding a trip/call there later to help him clean and collect it atleast.

and may i say, never, ever again. i liked how the thinking was gone, yeah, but not how dizzy or sick i felt. or the fact i threw up on his floor. whoops.

i'll stick to other poisons, i guess.

everytime i find something i like, something that might work for me, i find some way to fuck it p.