I'm pretty fucking drunk right now. I don't know why. Drinking is so weird. One night, at my best friends house, who I want to fuck, and haven't yet but I certainly will at some point before my stupid self dies, I drank this 12 pack; this one twelve pack. And I wasn't drunk at all, I could have passed a test given by a big 'ole piglet. A simple drunk test, if I were pulled over, would have passed unanimously if there were a row of sexy judges. But I've had two shots of tequila, six beers, and I'm blasted. Normally that'd be blasted ANYWAY, but I've eaten a lot today and I'm stressed like a motherfuck. What? I wish Pokemon were real. Why my typing isn't affected in the least when I'm even seeing triples is beyond me. I've always been good at typing. I sucked before I took some random computing class in highschool. BAM. Once I started "asdfjk;", it was done. 2342343 words per minute with two mistakes. Not to toot my own horn. Hmmm, well, I'm done beating off my ego and telling you all of useless things in which I care nothing about yet ramble on AND ON about due to my wizardy.