thank you, grant_steele, for driving my drunk ass around.
thank you, dom, for saving me from that super freak who wanted to bump uglies.
thank you, jo3, for not showing up tonight.
thank you, robert butt, for long island iced tea.
thank you, slater hogan for inviting me to your after party and making me feel 'leet (and also for giving me a hug instead of a handshake).
i danced so much i soaked my wife beater with sweat. i just really, really had a good time tonight. even though it was kind of a shitty venue with super shitty high drink prices, i had a blast. maybe it was the people. maybe it was the music. maybe, just maybe, it was just me this time...
for once in my life, i was comfortable in my own skin. i think the way that feels to me is probably inconceivable to those of you who've felt that way at least once in the first two decades of your life.
believe it or not, i actually have far more worthwhile things to discuss here, but not tonight. tonight, i scale the roof and watch the stars fade into the sunrise.