damn october has been one CRAZY month of partying!...hahaha.  i haven't partied this much in one month since i graduated...weekdays after work..all weekends...damn...crazy.  it's like i'm tired and don't feel like doing anything, but i go anyway...then after the first couple of shots and beers it's all good.

AND i'm gonna top it all off this month with a trip to berkeley this halloween weekend!  drink after work on tue and/or wed, drive up to berkeley thu, clubbing thu night, castro fri night, party saturday night...and do whatever else in between...haha.

it all works out, 'cause first thing in november i'm getting my wisdom teeth pulled out...all 4.  then it's just straight up vicadin for a whole month...hahaha.  yeah it seems like everything balances out. 

actually there's probably gonna be drinking involved too...and other stuff, but i think i've made my point.

oh shit i went to audiotistic at the L.A. colloseum..dayam...shiyet...i don't even know what to say...haha...crazy...thanks to this down ass lady whose name is KAORI (and i hope that's big enough for you KAORI...haha)  i would've ended up just drinking somewhere if KAORI didn't invite me.  thanks!...hahaha.

it's funny how things fall into place.  i was just randomly on the internet at the right time on saturday night which was the reason why i went to the rave in the first place...but with the intention of only drinking.  i just got the new outkast cd and they ended up performing at the rave.  it was a friend's birthday so we wanted  to find more stuff.  and of course it just so happened that we found the stuff and LOTS OF IT! YEAH!!!  and that was that...and it was only that...until sunday afternoon when it was time to call it a night.

damn i wonder why it's always so CRAZY...every fucking time, whether it's just drinking or whatever...with anything.  can't really say it's bad 'cause I’m happy…can’t really say it’s perfect ‘cause it’s not.

There’s gotta be a better way to deal with the uncertainty in life.It can’t possibly be always like this…why 99.99% of people aren’t doing what they’d like to be doing…why people can’t do and have whatever they want…seriously…damn…don’t know if you understand what I mean..shit.

cabin fever...pretty fucking bad...damn so this is what it's like...damn.  props to you if you can fall asleep to the sound of typing.  and how many answers can you think of to the question "how was work?"  well, can't do anything but laugh about it.  but i think i'm going crazy!  this must be a test...damn gotta move out...but i can't! fucking shit...damn.  it's alright.  i've been through worse.  no problem....no problem.

So let me elaborate on my last post.  The concert was at the House of Blues in Downtown Disney.  Basically I started off the night by continuously pounding beers and taking shots of Jack Daniel’s.  I must’ve taken like 7-8 shots with beers in between.  I blacked out somewhere in that process and the only thing I can remember is being fucked up drunk saying is “I THINK IT”S TIME FOR ANOTHER SHOT”  Damn I haven’t blacked out in a while….fuck I didn’t even see Lil Kim! 

Yeah I remember talking loud, wanting to drink more, smoking cigarettes, one-second flash backs of stumbling and falling outside several times while throwing up here and there…haha.  But other than those few seconds of memory, I don’t remember a thing….like when the fuck did we leave?  How did I get to the car?  How did the girl who drove us home get the keys to the car? How did she know how to get to my place?  And park in my spot? How’d she open the gate?  Where’s my wallet? Where are my clothes and my shoes!?...etc…etc.

Even though I don’t remember anything, I know for sure I was having fun and learned an important lesson at the same time.  It’s all about shots of JACK DANIEL’s!!!  YEAH!  I’m gonna be taking more of those for sure!  Jack Daniel’s = blackout = crazy ass party!!!...hahah…I love it.