Sunday, Oct. 27, 2002

You know you want to be my friend.

You know you want to be my friend.

Lets get to the basics first, ok? I am starting up a new diary, Beauty is the End. If you want to go read it, if you don't that's alright too. It is about my struggle with who I am. So its up to you. You really want to know me? Thats your reading right there.

Let's go on about my weekend now, shall we? I went out with my daily group of friends and had a great time. Friday was different because for the first time in like forever I went out WITHOUT drinking. I was like "wow some innocent fun." At first I was like that. However, I came to the conclusion that drinking makes things a whole hell of a lot better. I don't know if that is bad or not but I sure did needed to get drunk that night. You see me and a bunch of my co workers went bowling on Friday. I used to love going bowling. But when I think about it I only went when I was drinking or drunk. And I couldn't get drunk with my co workers, that would be embarassing the next day. So I was really bored on Friday. It started out a lot of fun, but 2 hours of bowling gets boring really quick, ya know?

Yesterday I went and say my friend Miguel. I haven't talked to him in forever and I doubt he even remembers me going over there. He was so drunk. He wanted me to like have sex with him. I don't think so. Then he ended up peeing on his dresser. Yeah, you want me to have sex with you after pissing on your floor? Nuh huh. I took my friend Claudia with me. We all got pretty durnk and she was making out with this guy I know. Now you know how when you are durnk you will do things that you know you don't normally do? Well she was doing just that. Because, you see, she's still a virgin. And she's 21. Which would make one assume that she wants to stay that way. However I could tell last night she would have done a little more than just making out. So I pulled her away and took her and myself home. I mean I didn't do it to be mean, you know? I did it because I didn't want her to do the same thing I did, which is have sex with some random guy and then regret it the next day because you used to be a virgin. That is until you got drunk. So I was only being a friend. And the good thing is she understands. She was only doing it out of spite anyways, which would have made her regret it that much worse. So I am a good friend right? You know you want to be my friend. I didn't get to sleep until like 5 in the morning yesterday (or today, whatever). And this whole "hour back" thing annoys me.

So, of course, that would make me rather tired. So hold on to your seats until the next time I grace you with my drunken stories. I'm sure you sit down everyday and just ask yourself "I wonder what sweetphatty is going." Or, maybe not, who knows?