and the mortification

of things said and done last night has more than set in. whatever the fuck. it was a good birthday. dinner... was better than sex. not a hard feat when you consider all the fabulous, just fabulous sex i've had. but in all seriousness, if you ever want to know where to get mind-meltingly incredible sushi in ny, let me know. i am going back as soon as i have $30 to blow on dinner.

there is one person i have like, a difficult time talking to. everything i say is retarded and it makes me come off like a halfwit. i wish it would stop.

ps. no more whiskey shots. ever! puking in a sink is pure class.