Monday, May 30, 2005

It's me this time

Getting drunk and responding to Chris, the Creek Indian, who said, "We Indians like to drink" by mentioning my one quarter Cherokeeness. God. Sorry. Thanks for rolling your eyes. I needed that.

To Janet, the broken-hearted lesbian. Sorry for touching your shoulder as you sat down and you recoiled. I think I scared you. It wasn't a pass. Alcohol-induced overfriendliness. Are you afraid of straight girls are something?

To Terry, the bartender. Sorry if I said something stupid. I don't exactly remember.


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