so I haven't blogged in a while... maybe because I've been busy, maybe because I had to reformat my computer... it really could be a number of things...

I had a kickass weekend. and my life is beginning to incorporate more and more drinking as time goes by.

for example. I was drunk by 9 p.m. last night... and my friends and I went out to buy more alcohol. I woke up today with fake tattoos on my chest and my happy trail all but gone with a fake tattoo right under my belly button.

goodtimes. but weird.

oh! I also cut open my hand(nothing serious) by jumping and grabbing onto a branch of a tree about 10 feet high... my friends walked by asking "how the hell did you get up that high?" the didn't believe I just straight jumped.

one of my friends also wrote to me asking "you didn't happen to be at flix around 9 p.m. last night did you?" I responded that I indeed was and she laughed because one of her friends described a guy that hit on her last night... and from that description, it was pieced together that it was funny, outoing, drunk peter. goodtimes.

any thoughts?