good times.

it wasn't so bad. despite what you'd think, good times were had. punches were almost thrown and voices were raised, but in the end, there was no blood or violence. so that is excellent. i wasn't in a bad mood once i got there. dancing and shameless are the cure for my pissy mood. too bad i only have one more. next friday is the end. for now. school needs to come first. this drunk every friday night [except tonight] is too much time and money. i'll do sober activities that cost less than $60 a night. fo sho. but no more bars. at least for the month of september, and probably october. sad times. i'm expecting a sparklecaster as a farewell gift [kidding].

also, next time, i'm getting shit faced and you're driving.

and seriously. come visit me at work. you're all invited. i love visitors. just ask for me when you come in. it's worth it. it'll be so fun. do it.
if you don't know where i am, send me an e-mail.

happy saturday.

:)