Sunday, October 11, 2009
chicago kurt was at the first rally I went to. I was out of fucking control. it wasn't my fault, as I was drugged, but no one knew me, and no one knew that, they just pretty much knew that I was wasted, and a retard. kurt didn't really seem to judge me harshly because of it, nor has he written me off since, even though I've been a douche to him. really sorry about that, kurt. my brain is occasionally broken, and I'm occasionally not the person that I wish I was. anyway. a nice guy. I will be sad when he moves to japan for good, but maybe I will have a comically small couch to sleep on when I visit?