i was extremely drunk last night. i am not so much drunk now. i think that's a bad thing. everyone should be drunk. wait. no. actually, i'm willing to believe that maybe not every person should be drunk as not everyone can tolerate it but i suppose the only way to learn to tolerate is to do it and then begin tolerating it because once it's tolerable, then it can be tolerated and oh wait, i'm kinda hungover so i'm rambling but i kinda ramble as it is anyways and… heygirlheyboy!

there's a shit ton of big beat playing in the background. ah, i remember when i was younger and i listened to big beat all the time. and now it's the occasional fatboy slim, dub pistols, or chemical brothers. still, it's not like there's an insanely huge corpus of artists from which i can pick. that's okay though, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter because… i don't remember. i'm all about them breakbeats though, but the problem is, right now, all i hear is an annoying four on the floor pattern. holy shit, this song just turned into straight up disco style. boom tss boom tss boom tss. and that's a beautiful clicky snare that they're using in it.

but anyways, enough of that. this is what happens when you have no huge goals in life, no huge point towards which you can act. well, maybe there is. but, i'm a master of misdirection in language and stretching saying nothing out into about three paragraphs now, so, i'm going to go try and find something to eat, as i'm kinda hungry. brb food