The Fourth Post

After a few drinks, here's what I can say. I'm not drunk, but just a ittle bit lucid. Lucid is a weird word. Heh.

Yeah, so I had met this girl and geez it's hard to type like this. She was cute and I didn't know who she was but then I did and we went out and moved in and stuff happened blah blah blah. That doesn't help, does it? Well, tough.

Ok... She was awesome. She bared her soul and body and yeah she had a hot body. I'm trying to stay focused. Did I mention wi-fi is awesome. They got it everywhere now. This hotel has it. God this hotel thing is going to break me.

Anyway, it wasn't my fault she got mad at me that night. I wasn't trying to keep anything from her. I just didn't think it was worth mentioning. Who knew talking about her to an ex would make her so freakin' upset. God, it's an ex, and I said I was taken. 
Of course I found out why later, but it still isn't really my fault. 

Women get so mad at the dumbest things. I shouldn't be mean to her. I mean, sh

I don't really want to talk about that. I promised to get to the point and I'm rambling. What do I expect? They shouldn't put so much alcohol in that little fridge thingie where just anyone can get to it. ughcfjuyjhujmukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

My hand fell on the keys. That's funny. I can't read that. Maybe I should go to bed.