Hang On, Hang Over

Had way too much to drink yesterday. Feel it. Sigh.

Margaritas...what happened to my fuckin' tolerance? I'll tell you what fuckin' happened! Tofu and cucumbers is what happened. Bloody fucking diet foods. Bloody fucking LA. The worst part is that, no matter what you do with tofu, it produces it's own juice like nothing I've ever seen...sick, milky, thin water.

Then came the tequilla. Oh, the tequilla. I love it. Salty, thick.

But with the tequilla comes the loss of barriers. Always had been that way. The loss of alot of things. But. Good things happened last night. As Jericho as I could have hoped to be. And he's still here. It's good. Real good. I decided last night:

"What's in my head is what's between my legs...and I'll open up for you."