if she sees this entry, i'm sorry, but it's what i'm thinking about right now.
we're in the back seat of steve's car blazing up and i knew i probly shouldn't be here with her. cuz i'm drunk already. i don't think well when i'm drunk. sometimes i don't think at all. and weed makes me act on instinct anyway. after about the second or third hit i leaned over and kissed her. and with that my fate was sealed.
my keys were absent, she went inside to piss and to look for my keys, i danced around as only a man intoxicated can. she came back. we climbed into her back seat, which was cramped and small. we shimmied for a while, we stopped. i ditched the evidence.
back inside, there was no fooling anyone. nor did they give us any chance to make some drunken excuse. i quickly separated myself from her, because i already regretted it. i went up stairs, found two more bottles, and emptied them. i went upstairs to talk to people online, but chris was playing jedi knight 2, so i watched him for a while.
i went downstairs, where adri was trying to get the tv to work, i helped.
i wedged myself between her and the couch. she came downstairs, saw me, and stared. i stared back, though by this point my vision was skewing wildly and i couldn't make out much besides the shape of her face. she stormed off, later coming back to say that she was leaving and that she was taking katie with her. i told her that wasn't a good idea, she said she didn't want to stay there anymore. whatever, even drunk bakers can pick up not so subtle hints. adri was asleep by this time...i'm not even going to get into what other things i did that were personally embarrasing for me after she left, but i'll be more careful next time.
it was still a good night.
music: what i could download of "maladroit"
