January 2nd

After last night I've come to the conclusion that:
1. Friends make you fat and poor.
and 2. After a party, it's better to forget than to remember (right?).

It's a fact that friends make you fat, I read it in an article once. It's a social thing to go out to eat so then, not only do you get fat, but also poor cause food's expensive. Now, for the 2nd one, I am so done with alcohol, I don't even want to think about it. Unfortunately, I somewhat remember what happens/what I did after drinking, so I have all morning the day afterwards to hide under the covers in embarrassment. I mean, it's not like I do anything stupid, but still, I always manage to squeeze something embarrassing into my night.

So yeah, I had a party last night. It was ok I think, I don't know, I'm gonna leave it open for interpretations. What I can't figure out though is where the trash went, I can't find any trash at all around the house/backyard. Did people clean up a bit? No idea, cause I know I didn't but, then again, all the lights were turned off this morning so I must've done that but don't remember. I ended up waking up at 9 AM like clockwork thinking obsessively about the trash and whatnot, so stupid, haven't been able to go back to bed (it's noon now. I have blogger set up to Pacific, never got around to change it, so you'll see a discrepancy there). So, to distract myself (cause I really want to stop thinking about last night, I hate tv, and I finished reading the book I checked out 5 days ago yesterday) I started thinking about where I was today 4 years ago: I was 16, nervous and anxious and excited, swiping my "kid's account" debit card at a tattoo shop, getting my 1st tattoo (cause yeah, I have 2 now). How do you go from 16 to 20 so fast?

P. S. I just realized that the 1st part has no relation whatsoever to the rest. I don't even know how I ended up thinking about being fat and poor when I'm neither.

If you know someone who tries to drown their sorrows, you might tell them sorrows know how to swim. ~Quoted in P.S. I Love You, compiled by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.