I'm a hypocrite

I'm sick at the moment.  Somehow got a cold, which is surprising considering the amount of hard alcohol I've been drinking lately.  Just goes to show, the kill it with booze method does NOT work.  Anyway, I'm not in a state of mind to create a deep well thought out post at this point, but figured I should post something since its been a few days.

So I went to a bar this weekend.  I didn't "try" to pick up girls, but was introduced with a wink and a nod t

o a girl named Daniella.   I LOVE the name.  Anyway, here's the problem with the bar pick up late night at the bar.  I had to be at least 10 beers and 4-5 shots of Jagermeister deep at this point so needless to say I didn't have my best...umm...game.  I didn't even get her phone num

ber.  I was

 WAY too drunk to put together coherent sentences, let alone pick up a beautiful gi

rl.  Swing and a miss as they say.

In other news, the girl who didn't want to see me again shot me a drunk text message Saturday night.  I don't know how to feel about this.  It is either she actually does want to see me again and is playing hard to get, or I was the surest easiest possible hook up she could think of at the time.  I haven't had a chance to ask, though I'm not sure how you ask that question.

Ok, I'm gonna pound some Nyquil and take a nap.  Happy Monday!