Oh man, what a night. Drunkenness all around, the smiling and intoxicated faces of Jodi, Angie and Lucia at the table, the green beer flowing like water, lame guys trying to pick up a table of cute girls (that's us), green beads, irish car bombs going off every 5 minutes, good times. My one complaint of the night: skeezy man who just walked by me and decided it was necessary to run his hand along my lower back as he passed. Uh, what? Geez, cheap feels are really just that these days...CHEAP. Gaaa! I love St. Patrick's Day!

"you have no messages." Kinda makes you feel like the underlying statement there is "you have no one who cares about you." What a feeling.

If you could go back in time and erase one historical event anywhere in the world, disregarding any resulting consequences of that obliteration, what would it be and why?