Retractshawn

Okay. Fuck. I'm stoopid. I admit it. I wrote the previuos post late last night-drunk as Hell. That's what happens when you go Drinking With Bob. Bob is a drinking machine.

I had gotten to The B.A.G. a little after midnight, ready to drink away the day's misery. By the time we left the bar (about an hour later) I had already ingested three beers, and five shots. FIVE SHOTS. In an hour. Oof.

Then we headed up the street to Johnnie's Tavern ("The Coldest Beer In The Hemisphere!"), where I proceeded to drink two more beers and three more shots. THREE MORE SHOTS. In a half hour. Ooof.

Ooof, indeed.

Then I went home and poured a glass of bourbon. I only know this because the half-empty (pessimism rules) glass was next to my bed this morning. I don't remember anything after returning home. I certainly didn't remember blogging last night. I also didn't remember the message I sent to Laura through Myspace. At least, not until I hopped online and read her reply.

Fuck.

Shit.

Piss.

I suck.

Drinky Shawn has betrayed me.

I talked to Laura earlier, to straighten things out. I apologized. I've been doing a lot of that lately. We left it on good terms. I think. There are still plenty of hurt feelings between us, but no animosity. Either way, I kinda doubt we'll be interacting much (if at all) anytime soon. Ever again. And that sucks. But, it is what it is.

So, here's the deal. I edited my last post, and removed her website URL. I shouldn't be reading it, and neither should you. I'm going to try (emphasis on the word "try") to walk away, and leave it alone. It's her life, and her business.

Also, I retract that bit about Laura "hooking up with random guys." That's not the case, and I was just being a drunken asshole when I wrote it. My Jedi training has failed me, and I let my anger take control.

I was going to delete the entire post, but I decided to leave it, to remind myself to stop being a drunken asshole. I wrote it- I should have to live with it.

Now I'm off to play Heavy Metal Music, and scream my goddamm lungs out...


Hail Satan