Take that alcohol!

I got drunk last night and had a dandy time. So there! Ended up going to Churchill's with someone I suppose I shall call a "reclaimed friend". Times are weird. Saw my ex there. Avoided talking to him for no other reason than I was really drunk and I honestly have no idea what I'd have to say to him other than "hey". I hate running into people I used to be close to and haven't seen in forever. At this point we might as well be strangers as far as I'm concerned. Oh and the weird part was that he was there with people that are friends with the friend I was there with. Synchronicity abounds. Or perhaps just fucking coincidence that is funny, no?

Packing is the devil. I seriously hate moving. Especially since I just did it 5 months ago. The only semi-amusing thing about it is that you find things you haven't seen in a while. Like CDs of IRC logs from long ago. Mmmyep. #temp bitches....or something like that.