pillango

blegh. my tummy hurts. too many timbits. well, 6. i guess thats about a donut?

my birthday celebrations went well. they involved two main things:

1. alcohol

2. junk food

the latter made my tummy ache often throughout. im not used to eating garbage. especially late at night. my routine will get back on track now, im sure.

im at my parents' house. worked a shift yesterday. it was okay.

the ebar was fun saturday. i was effed. shots and drinks left and right. sarah and i made up the cowboy dance. contrary to popular belief, it did not involve riding horsies. it did, however, consist in part of lassoing and drawing imaginary guns. also tapping our feet with index fingers hooked in our belt loops. too bad we couldnt remember it the second time around. oh well. debauchery has its drawbacks.

i did not get picked up. this is fine. in fact, ive been feeling a bit asexual lately. this is not (fine). nonetheless, there it is.
im taken, and yet i am surprised at the lack of attempts. hmm. i was looking good. pointy shoes and all.

time to read. yes.