5/05/2010

Still kicking myself. I finally had the courage to make it to one of my favorite places for Karaoke night and had a bit too much to drink. I woke up in my friend's car with a huge bruise on my lip. Atleast it wasn't as bad as my New Years extravaganza but none the less I still feel guilty for taking that extra shot of whiskey that I didn't really need... my friend Sara and I used to go out every week to the same spot and sing and then after my arrest, all hell broke loose and I feel like I've been locked up in my house for far too long. I miss my apartment, my freedom, my independance. But a little alcohol did me good. Just wish I could remember more of the night. I sang three songs, the first two I remember... the last one I do not. I saw Josh... and a few of his friends. Its hard for me to express the imagery I have of him in my life and how he encompasses all things and brings meaning to who I am. Nonetheless, I did not talk to them... I really can't remember and Sara doesn't either. She puked on her car as we were leaving. This makes me bad company. Again, no more whiskey for me. I should have paid more attention to her.