Sometimes, I think my alcoholism is unparalleled.
At my cousin's wedding, I didn't remember coming home.
At the graduation party, there were pictures I don't remember taking.
Yesterday night, I don't remember getting to the car.
Now, it's not as if I don't remember EVERYTHING.
I just don't remember some things. (Gimme till tonight, it'll come back to me)
I do remember being fantastically lost with Claireeey on the way home.
And my night vision is shit so I tried looking at road signs but everything looked fuzzy (and not warm)
AND, I remember Ing Hou being fast asleep.
Am I right, Claireeey?
However, I'm pleased/not pleased to say that my OCD is a tad more neurotic when I'm high.
I awoke this morning to find everything in place.
When there's no alcohol in my system, everything gets thrown around..
However, this new-found OCD of mine didn't apply to my clothes which were lying on the floor in its usual manner.

Ivan's naked.
Every once in awhile, he'll just kick off his clothes and prance around without 'em.
And he's so adorable.