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Saturday, April 24, 2004

Part 5

Fuck, he's drunk

Well this post is extremely belated, but last weekend Kyle smashed himself, practically ran himself against a brick wall nine times. Downed nine Amber Bocks, I'd call him an idiot, and I did, but its not right. If he had been drinking socially I would have been like, damn, he's such an idiot, but he drank alone, and for the wrong reasons, which we talked about, and I don't think that'll be happening again anytime soon.

But for comic relief it was quite hilarious talking to him while he was in such an inebriated state. For one, when he drinks one or two, his voice becomes real smooth-makes me shiver with delight. But after nine, it was like every statement was a question and at the end of each sentence his speech got quicker. But the quite hilarious thing was the fact that he was proud he could spell well while drunk.


Other than a few other sentences I think our 2-3 hour conversation last friday consisted of Kyle saying "I love you" and "I'm sorry babe," and I reminding him it was okay. Oh and about the fact that it's hypocritical that he would tell me not to go get drunk and then get drunk himself.

All in all it was quite hilarious, and caused more growth in our every growing relationship.

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