im back to da blog baby and im back with style!!! No more self-aware lamenting, no more dog penis or women hating, well maybe some women hating, but definitely no more dog penis!!!
so i went out last night and ended up making out with/grinding with some overweight girl. i had plenty of drink in me, and my judgement was jjjjust blurred enough for me to enjoy the first few minutes of this. then it hit me: this girl is overweight and im sticking my tongue down her throat. if i wasn't careful, my tongue could disappear down the same abyss that so many foodstuffs had. i had to get out of there. but in my non-sobriety i felt a twinge of guilt and felt bad. "im the best looking guy this girl has ever danced with, leaving abruptly will ruin her life!" this was almost certainly not true, but i had a few drinks and i guess got a little too empathetic ( -em). i stayed out on that stupid dance floor for another 15 minutes.
god, if that girl was eager enough to make out me think of all the dudes balls shes tongued. and we made out ugh i think might be gay now. i specifically sought to avoid a) a hangover and b) a situation like this. at least my head doesnt hurt. even though i was only "past the point of no return" for a few minutes look what happened. and this is why you never drink to excess.
