Saturdays Pabst

So, i woke up at 4 today. That isn't anything new to those who know me, but for some reason, it just felt really.........off. I can't explain it , it seems so stupid. I woke up from being passed out on my futon in the living room, which is kinda weird cuz i had NO beers last night, or anything fun for that matter, so i have no idea how I even got there. Things like that kinda freak me out, you'd think your sober memory would be able to handle something simple like that. I'm probably dying from some wicked disease. I don't know for sure, but the fact is, the left side of my head has been extra sensitive lately. and I JUST KNOW that it's going to turn into a major malfuntioning problem. Big Deal? You're goddamn right.

After pouting around for awhile, posting on message boards and making up online quizzes for my uninterested friends, i got a call from my totally awesome girl, Britt. She came over with PBR for me, bought me cigarettes, and just let me ramble about my fears, my love for America's Next Top Model, and willing to tell me stories about her wicked awesome angry husband. She turned the night around. if it weren't for her, i would have been a home alone sad bastard wondering about what math classes i should sign up for and where all my lost loves went.

I may not have many friends, but the ones i do have kick the shit out of anybody elses pals. FACT.