Sometimes I get some crazy ideas in my head and I feel like I have to act on it. For example, right now I'm watching the Simple Life. But that's not the point.

Last night I thought it would be fun to buy a bottle of wine at Central Market and then proceed to get excrutiatingly drunk in the privacy of my own home, all by myself. Good idea, right?

It seemed like a fun time until 10 minutes into my drunkeness when I decided it wasn't so fun anymore. It's no fun to be drunk by yourself! It's a little pathetic, actually. It did make watching the Pirates of the Carribean a little more interesting, but yeah. Other than that, it was stupid.

I felt even more stupid when I had to get out of bed at 1:15 am to go to 7-11 and buy some Motrin and some ice for my head. It hurt! Is it possible to have a hangover before you even go to bed?

The point is, this describes me so well it's not even funny. This is why I've been so careful not to drink for the past 10 years. When my bad influence friends were doing drugs and drinking through the years, I'd try to stay away because I know myself and I know my family. My family has an addictive personality. If we like something, we're going to do it until we can't do it anymore.

That's why I could potentially have a gambling problem if I actually went to a casino more than once or twice a year. That explains the feeling I get when I spend my last $5 at the Blackjack table and lose wholeheartedly to the dealer. It's not a fun feeling. That's why I have a weight problem. That's why I take everything I like to the extreme. Because it's in my blood. That's what we do.

I just thought I'd go on that tangent. No good reason, really.

That's probably also why I've watched about 10 episodes of the West Wing in the past 2 days. Yay DVDs and 4 reruns on Bravo per day! Wooot! And let's not forget the ALL NEW episode that's on tonight. Speaking of pathetic, that's why I'm home tonight. So I can watch it. Because my VCR is broken and I can't tape it. I really need a TIVO.

In completely different news, I went to the dentist today. I'm going to miss the dentist here. Seriously! I almost cried when I left today because my dentist in Dallas isn't nearly as cool. A month ago, I told the teeth cleaning chick that my dad was getting a new puppy. Today she was all, "How's the new puppy? Is he really huge? What's his name?"

I love that! It's like personalized teeth service. I bet Dallas doesn't have people like that. I don't know why, but I just don't think they do.

Anyway. That's all for now, I guess. I'm not feeling very good about myself today. Or this week, really. I haven't gotten anything accomplished this week except for waking up early this morning because my brother needed me to go to the store and bring him some Ginger Ale and Immodium AD because he's all sick and crap. And to tell you the truth, after I listened to his message, I considered just going back to sleep and pretending I didn't get the message. Isn't that nice of me? I didn't, though. I got the stuff and delievered it a grateful brother.

Anyway. Bye bye.

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2 years ago...

"So today I wrote this and wow.. that was just really a nice thought. I mean, I've thought about it many times. If I met him in person, would I just completely give myself up and say "Damnit, your Axl Rose, I want you!" and just be some groupie he'll never remember? Well, probably. Because he's hot, and he's an icon, and good god, he's a sexy motherfucker.

I've said in past entries that sometimes I feel like maybe I should get over this Axl thing, or that maybe my obsession is coming to an end. Then I look at Axl pictures all day and come to the conclusion that no, I shouldn't get over it, and no, it's not coming to an end."