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12:25 a.m. ~ 2003-10-05
lets call it a night sometimes when drunk people make their exit they are either hugging everyone like its earth's last night or in such a frenzy to get out before they pass out, they blow air kisses to random spots on the wall, kiloveyouallgoodnight. i think i kissed everyone in sight a goodnight and ill see ya tomorra! accent included. i said i would go to the party and have one drink but instead i had five and pretty damn happy i did. i was feeling kind of mushy in an unexplained way when i arrived but slowy came around as the night went on. my drinking buddy kristen was there and she never lets me down. caught up, i think we declared monday as grey shirt day but who knows what the hell we were babbling about. i think i have a shopping date with her tomorrow afternoon. i think grey shirt day is the reason. im looking at my buddy list at the moment and my eyes settle on one name with the away message on. last night that name made my face get hot and i wanted to call him and yell and make him feel like the worst confidant in the world. he planted some nasty ideas in jeffs head and that made for a good friday night argument. i was livid. but tonight i rather not say anything. i rather ignore him. it wasnt that good anyway.
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