Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.

Next to music, I take my television shows seriously. "How I Met Your Mother" on CBS is my semi-new obsession...I just watched the episode entitled "Nothing Good Happens..." and it pretty much sums up the jam I'm in right now. Just as I relate to my music, I relate to what I watch...and man did that re-run strike a nerve.

I'm a fan of the drunk dial. Usually, I have had no problem with calling up a friend and laughing uncontrollably about it the next day...but as of late, I've become a moody...er, angry...drunk. There may be some reasoning behind this but that's a story for another time. Anyway, my phone added to my inebriated emo rollercoaster equals bad news and well, I've been paying for it for about a week.

JD...apologize. Did that... But I can't shake the feeling that something is...different. Could it be that I'm the one that dropped the ball? I never drop the ball, however there is a first for everything. I'm not a bad person, but I make mistakes that end up burning everyone. Maybe it's just part of being human.

Oh the drama! I must be going soft. There's been a change in my iron-clad, devil-may-care persona. And what's with all the expressions of my feelings? Yikes...the fellas are going to have a field day.

My mid-twenties are starting out to be pretty damn crappy. I thought I was supposed to get wiser instead of much more clueless. 24 years of existence in three weeks. When did I become an adult and how do I make it stop? *figure out where that line came from and I'll buy a round for you! Yeah, none for me because that never leads to anything good.