saturn1

i don't think when the caterers told my friend, the bride, that it'd be 20 dollars a head for the bar alone they planned on one drunk bridesmaid drinking like a sailor, stashing bottles in the bushes from the bar and making sure everyone had a drink in their hand, preferably two.
some guy, someone's uncle i think, told me he wanted some weird tattoo. i ask him why to which he replied, completly serious, 'because im a pirate.' arggh.

im glad my hunybun got married. i had serious doubts but i came to the conclusion that people are going to fuck up and can be really difficult, but its how you move on thats important.

now i got two LARGE bags of liquor and im hungry as HAYell. yahooooOOO for 11 am liquor in the bush recovery.

oompf

i'm tired. i need to get my own place soon. i wish i could decide on exactly where i want to live and what i want to to do with the rest of my life. i love my friends here, i'm not sure i want to leave... BUT there's no promise of any kind of career for me here. at least not one i'd enjoy all that much. i'm completely confused about what moves i need to make. BLAH.
damnit spellchecker quit trying to make me capitalize.

good thing i have cake.