Wasn't that a Chris Elliot show?

So someone posted this message on my last post: "Get a life"

Ouch. That hurts.

Birthday weekend. Friday night friends met me at The Cat & Fiddle for drinks. I drank...and drank...took a few shots....and drank...but never seemed to get very drunk. Still had a great time, even if I did remember everything the next day. But you know, I came to the realization that I don't have to get trashed to have fun (the more you know...), unlike a few people I know, and it's made me think that as much as I say I need to grow up or that I'm immature, at least I have the this- the fact that I don't still get wasted every weekend and hook up w/ strangers and drive drunk w/o giving it a second thought and any other thing that's ridiculously irresponsible (though I can't lie...this does happen on occasion, just not on a regular basis). Because I'm not in 18 anymore. Being young is no longer an excuse.

Sunday went shopping downtown w/ Ashley, Alisa, and Lisa. I love shopping, especially when everything is dirt cheap. Because I can't afford anything that's not. Nicky Hilton was quoted in In Touch making a negative statement about sales (it's the sh*t nobody wants...or something like that) and I got really pissed off. Honestly, I actually got angry. Because I love sales. Wouldn't have clothes if it weren't for sales. Maybe I was jealous that I can't afford the sh*t she can. Maybe I really love a good deal. Or maybe I just hate her. Could be any reason of the three.

And I'm out. Nothing more to say. I guess I'll just go "Get a life" now. (I'm not bitter).
Reagan