I don't remember the walk home, I do remember the drive down. Who was that guy? I still have booze on my breath, and my belly feels just super after mixing whiskey, dark rum, home brew, red wine, and how many real beer at the bar? I'm lucky I got up early enough for coffee and food. My alarm wasn't even set; a sound outside woke me up.

I know all those cards I've been buying this year will just end up in the garbage. Cards really are a waste of money, but it's my way of showing I care, I guess. I used to love buying cards as a kid. I would take hours to find the right one for each person. Now, I work in a store with lots of awesome cards. I want to buy them for someone, so I buy them for my friends' birthdays.

Reflections tonight. Spincycle and the Fitness. I'm too tired to think of it now, but other people that were with me last night had to get up much earlier, so I really shouldn't complain.

I thought of a new girl band last night. If you still want to be in one, that is. It could be fun.

Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the (fucking) look in your eyes

Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart

AND

Cocksucking, Dead or Alive
Motherfucking, Dead or ali-iive.