the curse of sanity

last friday was one of those nights. by starting to drink at 7 and not stopping till 2, i was able to get into one of my wasted rambling states. what do i ramble about? how i wish i could be THAT GIRL, just one night. the one who gets into a catfight, spits in someone's face, gets kicked out of multiple bars, pukes, then gets up and makes out w/ some dude. you know, that girl.

of course, i was drunk enough to be that girl. but instead i decided to talk about being that girl. i'm an idiot.