I'M A LITTLE, SLIGHTLY DRUNK.

My friend, if you're reading this, I'm a little, slightly drunk. I drank at home and I drank at Tadioto, too. There's no logic in my thoughts right now. The chips at Tadioto is so good, buttery and fairly sweet, it suits my taste. It's really good, I can have this all day and run the hell out of me later to feel less guilty. I tried to draw but my thoughts betrayed me. I still think of him when I'm happy and sad. I know I'm only saying this because I'm tipsy. Frankly, the only way to get over it is to admit it. God the chips is so good. I love this chips. I'd have a big bowl of this, please. Thank you autocorrect. I know you're working hard right now. Anyway, I only miss the idea of him. If I can come up with this idea, I can throw it away, too. Seriously, I'll propose to the chips. There's a couple sitting in front me right now, like the other before. I dislike you guys for lacking sense of etiquette. Who goes on a date with shorts and flip flops? Flip flop, flip flop, can you imagine the sound of them when it rains?

Oh dear I'm really drunk.

I hate polo shirt. Like a t-shirt with collar. What are you thinking?

I remember our second date at Tadioto. I wore this black oversized coat with this tassel bag and he had to go out to smoke for a while to stay sane. Oh dear I'm really drunk. I can feel the wine kicking in right now. It's ok I'll have more chips. Crack, crack, chug, chug. I'll finish my tiramisu left in the fridge when I'm home.

It's going to rain. The dark sky just played rock and roll.

Then we had this night at Tadioto and enjoyed a free action movie with guys on the roof trying to lift and install a huge air conditioner, the kind they have in the restaurant. It was scary. And I loved it. Someone almost slipped. The rest stood on the edge looking tiny and vulnerable. A human falling off the roof in front of my eyes? Take my money! Seriously, the sky is about to burst into tears right now. It's gonna rain cats and dogs. I miss my cats.
I want to wear a slipper dress. I must look so good in one. The guy is touching her hair and they're kissing. Marry and Joseph, stop it! It rains. Thank God they left. I feel better now. Let's face it, I'll hate myself tomorrow reading this again. It's raining so hard I feel like I'm looking through a sheer mask of the night. I'm getting sober. See, I can handle my situation. Rain has its way. That way is my remedy. Alright I'll quit writing now and listen to the rain.