Maximillian and thoughts on drinking.

Firstly, I decided last week that I was boycotting the traditional Erin Halloween this year. The last 8 were kind of harsh and I'm looking forward to taking Marissa trick-or-treating.

Second, I'm losing the lip ring and most likely my nose piercing as well. Probably for good. My allergies are nuts and I hate getting nose bleeds. My teeth and Jaw are suffering. And, honestly, what's the point.

Also, I can barely open my mouth because I have been clenching/grinding my teeth at night. It feels as appetizing as it sounds. My jaw makes a grinding sound.


Cait, my dad and I went to see saw2 on Friday. Decent flick. Minimal scary pig face. The junkie is back in it. It features Donny Wahlberg, and, as if that weren't a good enough reason to shell out an exorbitant amount for 93 minutes of your life, in the first scene a man is given the option to slice his eye open or have his face slammed in something that Cait made a "man in the iron mask" joke about.

I have spent the better part of the week giving my kitten stern scoldings. Topics range from why we don't drink out of the toilet to scratching the furniture means you're getting your talons cut to personal hygiene and why not to sit in the litter box to, finally, why you should not stick your ass in another cat's face and expect a rim job. He is the grossest cat ever. And I LOVE him.

So, thoughts on drinking: a series of top 5s.

Favorite people to get wasted with:
5. Topher--All nonsense aside, who else will tolerate a drinking game made up to Center Stage
4. Mike Carnes--a) can dance, b) sings ridiculous 80s music c) "I don't even know where my mouth is, why are you asking me about quarters?"
3. Matthew--He's the only one to appear on all three lists. It's like drinking with my brother... if I had a brother to compare him to.
2. Jason--Who else could convince me it is perfectly normal and fine to walk trough sand and pine needles and gravel GUSHING blood from my foot carrying boxes of Cheese cracker, granola bars and fruit at 230 am
1. Tied between Tara and Aaron Shute-- And in all honesty, when it was happening, it was kind of a package deal. let's discuss. Sean Young. Pigtails. Finish the basement booze night (aka, try to get tara into bed night). And all of us has slept with vega in a semistupor on more than one occasion.

Favorite Drunk people:
5. Kerri Locke--I like her normally, But she is even nicer, funnier, and sweeter after a few drinks.
4. Cindy Gill--"Erin, I can't do my belt."
3. Matthew.
2. Nicole/Kristin--I even like their drunk dialing.
1. Matt Cocoran--Some of the reasons, done perfectly by Roger.

Least Least Favorite Drunk People ever:
5. Danny--but only because he is always drunk faster than me.
4. Janine--Stupid things get done EVERY time and I spent the better part of several morning afters convincing her that she did not become a joke and that who ever either wouldn't remember whichever minor infraction or didn't care. "If I were going to kill you and leave the body, I would have parked closer to the dumpster."
3. Matthew--his decibels increase according to his alcohol intake. DIzio, Loompis, We Lose, Bullshit... The list goes on. Also, he is less likely to refer to me as Donkey when he's sober because he knows how much I hate it.
2. Stephanie--in her defense she's young. But, jesus, I hope she grows into or out of it.
1. The criers--I'm thinking of one in particular, but it's an entire race of girls who drink, hurl, drunk dial, and ball their eyes out. I hate seeing people cry and I like it even less when I have to listen and pretend to be interested and care about whichever life crisis we're working on.

and, so I'm not off the hook,

My top 5 stupidest drunk moments:
5. Kissing the midget.
4. New Years 05, which had potential to be disastrous with Gordon and ended up being tumultuous with Scott instead. Hindsight says, "5 hours and 20 beers does not make you a good judge of character." Won't lie, had a lot of fun.
3. Almost breaking my toe on a rocking chair, bleeding profusely and shortly thereafter passing out on the stairs while waiting for the bathroom to be unoccupied so I could continue puking.
2. BLACK LIKE THE DEVIL!
1. Memorial Day at Marshbag's--Don't remember the particulars, but I picked a fight and got banished to the basement. Dude, I'm the fucking machine. Was still drunk when I got home two hours later, after eating, drinking water and passing out in the car.


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