affectation.log

So, while drunk tonight, a girl told me I was "sketchy and ambiguous."  Even though I was drunk at the time, this comment stung me.  But as I sit here at my computer, sobering up by the second, it worries me more and more.

I don't know.  I can't think of how to deal with this, or whether or not I should even care.  The current plan is to continue drinking [by myself] and leave those concerns for my brain's day shift.  Here goes.


My hair's braided.  I noticed this as I removed my hair tie.  Right.  I remember I had Marissa braid my hair earlier.  Well then.

One thing's for certain: Embarrassment is what I get.