Well well, what an interesting evening. I think i called every guy i know last night to do something and they ALL said no, for one reason or another. So me and V met up anyways, got drunk off Vodka, and decided to go out and have a good time. We ended up at some bar that was empty except for the staff. We left soon after, we were walking in the rain, and then these guys in a car called us over and they were cute so we talked to them, and they were going to smoke a joint so we hopped in with them. They were like these preppy little rich kids, but they were funny and sweet. We got to one of the guys' house, it was this huge beautiful house, and his parents were off at there chalet. So anyway we smoked a joint, and i ended up hooking up with the guy who's house it was. He was hot, and smart, so... Anyway it was good at first, but then we went to bed and he was trying to do stuff to me and trying to get me to give him a hand job and i did it for like a couple seconds but it was too gross i had to stop. And he was all "come on, come on". Anyway so finally we fell asleep and snuggled a bit, and the next morning i had cheerios and he drove us home. He didn't even get my number or nothing. Oh well... Anyway it was just what i needed. To do shit with someone. Last night i had a drunken realization that i need somebody to do shit with, otherwise all this stress is building up and what not. Like a "kiss friend" or something, who's cute and chill that i can do shit with without feeling weird after. I actually had a few drunken realizations last night, that are too crazy to talk about right now.