friday night i met up with my “little brother” john russell and his wife sarah to have many drinks. during the course of the evening i felt my alcohol level slowly drift somewhere between shitty and just plain mean. i think i said some things to a friend of mine that would have been construed as a reason to punch me in the mouth. also, in the same evening i ended up crying…why, i have no idea. it was probably something to do with the fact that i am a sad drunk.

the events of friday night led me to the conclusion that i just need to stop drinking. i am no good to anyone when i’ve been drinking. i sound like a complete idiot which is only slightly different than sounding like a total idiot when i’m sober. i am mean to people who i normally would be really nice to. when i asked a girl how old she was and she responded “23″ i vaguely remember telling her that she really needed to stop taking fashion cues from avril lavigne. wait, what? see. a perfect stranger and i was a complete bitch to her.

as much as i will miss getting completely shnockered and making an ass out of myself i won’t miss the raging headaches, the wanting to puke constantly, the weight gain that has settled around my midsection, not to mention the guilt that i might have done something completely out of character. so there you have it. pretty helmet will now begin sober programming.

this could turn out to be disastrous.