drunkyness makes you revert to immaturity.
when you were like 7 or shit. playground style.

manuel.
my bad.
its just so fucking weird.
in high school did you ever have other groups of friends?
and when those groups met, at least for me, it was thoroughly odd.

like when shanker interacted with dan and air and keith.
maybe its because im different people among these different groups.
theres different inside jokes, or whatever with each group.

like. one group when i say jaundice, gets a snicker while the other just stares at me stupidly.
but when i say AT THE SAME TIME to the other fucker. they get a giggle (unless its old by now).

maybe i just cant deal with the combining of the two factions.
ohg. shit.
i need sleep.
hate you mon - friday bitches.

i dont have the energy to type much more.
rug-burned and weary like a good drunk me should be.
i wonder why i didnt wrestle in high school.
weigh the good from the bad.

touching many parts of man in skin-tight jumpsuits, or wearing speedos that barely cover man-wang and bending over to initiate the entrance to the calming waters....
hmm. close call.
nearly-naked man won out.
that and water is so peaceful.
just hold your breath under water and feel it consume you.
isnt it so peaceful?

i should shut up now.
people are pissed at me.
see. im socially inept.
i never know what i get myself into.
is that how assholes are made?
im starting to think so.