To make Denise happy, (because isn't that what life's about?) Halloween wasn't that bad. *Fake grin.*

The Coldstone Ice Cream and Urban Outfitter's was enjoyable.

The two am visit by a fat ass plumber and a doughnut eating rent-a-cop was not enjoyable. Nor was waking up at eight the next morning to an ear infection and only being able to see out of one eye. Or for that matter spending two thirds of my Saturday in a smelly emergency room and having to tell the hungover resident that I wanted some fucking medicine or else.

Oh and did I mention that I am never giving another guy a chance? I tried. I listened to advice. I opened myself up. For what I ask you? Nothing. Not a thing. Oh wait, yes, there was something. A cheesy drop-off line. "Let's be good friends." Good friends my cute ass. If I wanted to be good friends with you I would have shook your hand and walked that cute ass of mine home alone.

I'm just a little bitter.

One more thing about my Halloween. I often go on tirades letting people know what I think about drinking, but I feel the need for one more. Not to be hypocritical, I will say that I drink. I have been a bit drunk. I've stopped drinking. I've said no. I don't go past a certain limit where I don't remember what happened the next morning. I don't go visit my friends, drool all over her pillow, sheets, comforter, teddy bear, and best friend... (so much that she spent five dollars doing laundry the next morning...) I don't do that. I don't throw up all over people's bathrooms, I'm not so drunk that I need friends of mine to RETRIEVE me like the DOG I am. (Not. Since I don't do it.) I don't say stupid things on AIM that if saved could make my significant other dump me or his/her friends beat the shit out of me. No. I don't do those things because they are stupid. STUPID STUPID STUPID. What the fuck is the point in getting so drunk that you throw up all over and do stupid things that you don't even remember the next morning? I want to tape all of you and show you how you make an ass out of yourself. How I laugh at you. How dumb you are. People like you piss me off.

*End of tirade.*

Moral of the story? Don't come to my room when your drunk, because I will take care of you and wipe your filthy mouth, but you won't remember that. And in the morning I just may think less of you.

Oh and if you're a knight in shining armor? Watch out. I've been known to take off heads.

*Chomp.*