When I woke my back was broke from lyin on the floor

last night i drank 15 or 16 beers.
the line became a little blurred once i got to the point where i started putting all my beer into a large mason jar procurred from the basement.
let me just tell you, i stopped drinking around 3 am last night, my head is still continuing to ache and my stomach is brewing up something fierce.
yet somehow i feel pretty manly.
i paced myself, i had a blast with a large group full of people i love, and i indulged in the fine refreshments of the gods i like to call gritty's best bitter.
though i do believe last night probably could have filled my outrageous party quota for the year.
from time to time people have deemed me a "party animal" or what have you,
and i can't lie to you, i like to have a fun time, as often as possible.
because.. atleast as far as i see it.. not having fun sort of sucks.
i know there are about a thousand better ways to say all of that, but im sure you know what im saying.
one way or the other, having a fun time doesnt always mean that you are getting shit faced or fucked up.
it just so happens.. sometimes it does mean that.
haha.
i dont know what im saying.
i need to take a shower, i have so many random stains on me right now, i really am far too afraid to look at my clothing and try and.. decipher what stain is what.
screw that.
yup.
tonight we have a show with treos. and thereforeiam, im so pumped to see travis.
and then im coming home to sleep.
there has been/will be far too much beer put into my system by the the time the night is over.
be safe
godbless

-m