SO I DECIDED TO BUY A BOTTLE OF WINE ON MY WAY HOME TONIGHT

And the dude at the counter of the liquor store said "Hey, what's up? I haven't seen you in a while..." but he had that hurt puppy love look on his face like a dude who just ran into an ex he still really wants back. I'm not saying the guy wants to fuck me, but I guess he'd probably like it if I dropped in and dropped $100 or so on booze every other week again, but little does he know that it's Saturday night (well he probably knows that) and I am going to be in bed by about twelve, because I've reached this awful stage where I have nothing going on, but hangovers are really getting to be a nuisance. Sooo... sorry dude.