um, yeah

maybe it's the pms. maybe it's the booze. last night was a doozy. in addition to calling the boy i like and telling him i want to be his girlfriend, i also almost lost my bike. thank god for my sister. not only do i not remember the events she's telling me, i can't fathom for the life of me what i was thinking. and i got lost somewhere deep in southeast portland. i was just trying to walk home. oh and i have a hickey