Marxy Pat: The Communist

Last night was crazy. I needed it though, I hadn't gotten ridiculously drunk in a while. While I normally love remembering things I think that when it's drunken forgetting it is kinda fun. Being told what you did the morning after is like watching a sitcom about yourself. That's the worst simile I have ever created. I hope it dies.

I'm being Zorro for Halloween or El Bandido depending on what religion you follow. I told max that I would have to be really drunk before I think that costume is cool and I think I take that back. I'm going to the best damn zorro ever. I get a cool sword and hat.