i like this guy, but i know he's trouble. he's not bad, or anything. but he's anxious, an excessive drunk, an alcoholic (there's a difference. if you don't understand, then i don't care to explain, really.) bitter, funny, obsessive (he called me 30 times in the span of 2 hours one night, when he was drunk and wanted to go to the party i was at.) and totally clueless at times.
but he's adorable and he thinks i'm adorable and cool and smart. wow.
the first time i really talked to him, we were at barragan's for margrita wednesdays. i'd met him once, before, but only briefly. he was sitting at a table by himself, so i sat down and talked to him. we spent nearly the whole night talking and he even ended up coming back with us to steve's to hang out some more. we walked 10 minutes to and from cvs to get beer and talked a lot, and i was surprised, since i only really just met him. in the morning, i woke up on the couch and he was lying on the couch across from me, awake, because he had taken pure ecstasy. then we went to the store and he got cigarettes, gummy worms and more beer. i never thought i'd like him. it just somehow ended up like this.
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