Gearing up for an epic weekend of alcoholism. Against my better judgement, I've been convinced by my girlfriends to come out drinking tonight. I dread having to see the ex because either likely outcome (being ignored or hooking up) will only further mess with me.
Then, at 7am tomorrow, we catch a bus across to the coast, ferry out to an island for some sight-seeing, back to Mokpo for an open mic night, Sunday on the beach, and back to town on Sunday night to start all over again.
f**k me some Rooster supporters piss me off.
Why did I talk to my ex? And drunk!? What the hell was I thinking? She cried, I feel like a jerk, and we're still no closer to knocking boots!
Damn you white wine/beer/whiskey/Canadian club/Jaegar shots! Damn you!