I think I may own apologies to many, a many persons from last night.
Firstly, if I called you a whore, I didn't mean you were an actual whore. I just like to call people that and thought it was funny. So I'm sorry.
Well guys, aparently, when I am drunk, I am an open book. SO if you want to know something just liquore me up and ask away. Asian Fred managed to get a few interesting answers out of me. Buddy, you are a good question asker. People never ask good questions, but Christopher Carter did. He asked what color I thought people were like, who they were reincarnated from, what I thought of them and junk like that. I think I talked to him for a good hour. I remember a lot more than I thought, but it's all very vague, so you might need to jog my memory.
I'm sorry if I pissed you off and made you leave, I didn't mean it. I think out loud when I am drunk, there was no inner monologue, unless of course I was alone, then I didn't talk to myself out loud.
I know I hurt a lot of peoples feelings, and so I hurt you in anyway last night, I am really, truly, sorry. That is gonna ring true for 1 to 2 people in particular.
But dont worry, I'm not gonna fester in my own self loathing, or get really depressed over it. I am just gonna try to control my thoughts a little more next time I am smashed. I promise.
Katie Van Winkle, I'm sure you heard this a lot last night, but I love you.
Daniel Compton, Chris Carter, Kenna and Robin, I love you guys too for continuously putting up with me.
I have a few going away letters to write since that party.
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