Yah, I’m pretty drunk now right. I mean, drunk right now. Something like that.
I’ve been trying to make this something like a diary, ‘cept for publickish consumption, so you get some sorta here’s-where-i-am-right-now kinda feelin’.
So: I just got back from this party over at the Crockett Girls’™ place. I haven’t been hanging out with them nearly often enough lately. For those of you not familiar with the Crockett Girls, they’re these girls I met about 2 months after they graduated from Crockett High School, and spent the ensuing summer getting hella drunk with. They’re cool as hell, beautiful as all get-out, and their friends are even finer.
So, I haven’t been hanging with them much the last couple of years. Hell, one of them, Bree, even had a kid I haven’t seen yet. I shoulda been hanging out with them more. The fates have decreed that I shall not sleep with any of them, which, given that I’m 31 and the youngest of them hasn’t quite turned 21 yet, is probably, sort of moralistically speaking, (emphasis on probably) a good thing, but they’re still some of the most grown-up women I know, and hella interesting. I miss them and will hang out with them more, and will most likely [edited mofos. i control the horizontal. i control the vertical] who I met tonight. NEWayz, I went to Bree’s 21st birthday tonight and had a helluva time.
So me and Travis and Happie went to their party, and had a grand old time, and I got sloppy drunk and ended up back here typing the time I had into a textbox and resolving to:
a) Hang out with them more often, and
b) [edited this too, bitches]
See if I don’t.
Oh yah, consider this as close as you’re getting to a formal apology for those times I !#$%!#ed that one girl who was #$%!# !#$%!$^$%. I still don’t really regret it, but at least now I’ve got the good taste to pretend that I do. 
