Okay, so I wrote this post when I was drunk, but the next morning I was really ashamed of it for some reason. So I deleted it. Probably because a friend or two made me feel like a dipshit for writing about Christa the other night. But talking to someone else, I realized I shouldn't have. I'll try to recreate it as best I can. (If anyone happened to read it and remembers anything else I said, let me know.) Does anyone actually care about this?

So, I hung out with some hot girls and got to meet their boyfriends tonight. Cool. I really feel like everyone else has had luck meeting that special someone who offers them mutual affection and support. There really has to be someone out there for me. Wait, what the fuck am I talking about? What the fuck is wrong with me? Fuck beer. Fuck tequila.

Here's a drunk post for you salivating fucks. Seriously, eventually I'll have to meet someone. Fuck it.

Caaaaannn Yoooouuuuu Diiiiiggg Iiiiittttt!?!?!?!?