what am i doing?
what the fuck am i doing?
what am i doing?
what?
who?
when?
how?
maybe.
no.
well.
maybe.

i don't care.
i don't even fucking care.

apologies to all those subjected to my mumbling rants.
i gather that they were long, incoherent and generally fucked up.
my bad.
i sincerely am sorry to you all.
i don't know what the hell compelled me to call so many people like that.
i guess it seemed like a good idea at the time.

just to clear up any confusion,
i was ok to drive, really i was,
just not to call all my friends and remember it.
well, i mean, i remember calling people,
and i remember that more than one answering machine cut me short;
i actualy remember a lot, now.
i just don't really have a clue what i said,
which is probably a bad thing seeing as how i say some outlandish shit when i'm not under the influence.
my bad, yet again.

i'm not any kind of coward though.
i'll take the recoil face-up.
if i said something that anyone wants to talk about,
you all have my number.
again, i'm so sorry.
i fucked up...