It is Saturday night. I am drunk. And South Side was out of vegan burgers tonight. Fuck them, I say. They did give us free beer though due to the irritating lack of alleged vegan options. Hence the drunkenness... And my absolutely potent and nauseating garlic breath.

[Lame and exaggerated pseudo-drunkenness has been omitted.]

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There was a cat outside that I pet for a while at South Side. Strays break my heart as I want to take each and everyone of them home. But I can't. Proof positive that there is no god.

I am feeling a bit inexplicably mushy and sad tonight. I miss people. And yet, I'm happy tonight. And yet I also wanna kick them in the nuts and shout, YOU BROKE MY HEART, AND YOU SUCK FOR IT. But instead, I will feign like I don't care. *Feigning*

I have never drunken-dialed in my life. Nor have I drunken-blogged. What a fucking waste of time, I tell you. Both are lame. But what can I say--I just wanna fit in. *Snort*

This is almost as bad as drunkenly hooking-up with someone you hate. I'm sure that I will regret it and hate myself come Monday.

Ah yes, the self-disgust has already begun.

Happy Saturday.

I am off to do something or another that's actually worthwhile.

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