the truth is in the details

So, it's three o'clock in the morning and I just arrive home. From where you ask? Well, I guess I should tell you (all three of you). My friend (or rather classmate. She's got four of the same classes as me) just turn 20 today. Good for her. I decide that since this was the same day as the end of my classes that I should wish her a happy birthday and get really pissed. I got the first part out of the way relatively early in the night, but the drunkness didn't go exactly as plan. This bash, held at one of Toronto's finest bar/clubs, wasn't the environment to be getting drunk in. Fuck.

Anyway, enough about that (I know I didn't really say anything, but you're going to have to live with that). I'll write more in the morning. Why I do this I don't really know. I guess I just want to be a storyteller (and about my own stories not others). Fuck, this is some shitty writing.