*I was planning to get thoroughly smashed tonight, but it didn't happen. I went over to Kent's place, and watched The Goonies on tv. I took a couple shots of whiskey, and we downed about half a bag of Tostitos. Dang, I just can't stomach the taste of whiskey. I was slightly tipsy, but nowhere near where I wanted to be. Some thoughts just get a lot clearer when they're not restrained by the chains of sobriety. The drunken mind accepts what the sober heart will not concede...

"I know, we're just like old friends,
We just can't pretend
That lovers make amends
We are reasons so unreal
We can't help but feel
That something has been lost
But please, you know you're just like me
Next time, I promise we'll be perfect...
Perfect...
Perfect strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind
So far, I still know who you are,
But now I wonder who I was..."
~ Smashing Pumpkins - "Perfect"