Karaoke.
Is there a more dangerous activity? No. No there is not. Today I am nursing an angry Level 7 hangover, thanks to the cruel bitch-goddess we call Karaoke and her unholy minions who walk the Earth disguised as innocent bottles of Japanese beer. (How can I properly commemorate a relatively minor Mexican miltary victory over the French in 1862 when I'm this sick??) Many things were said and done last night that cannot be unsaid or undone. Take, for example, the AIDS joke I made to a guy who apparently just lost a freind to AIDS. I mean, a) outside of Africa, what are the chances? and, b) what kind of asshole makes AIDS jokes? Naturally, I have absolutely no memory of what I said, but it's impossible to imagine that it was funny. If it was funny then I honestly don't feel bad and it was probably worth it. But let's face it... there's no way it was funny. Just stupid. In addition, I sang "Highway to the Danger Zone," "Wanted Dead or Alive," "America," and "Feel Like Making Love" in public. In front of people I know.
Dear diary, I am a fucking moron.
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