I was wondering why I hadn’t heard from my friends all week … then news slowly started to trickle in that last Saturday night while I was highly intoxicated I allegedly went through just about every number in my phone and left weird, sometimes mean, totally random texts and/or voice mails and, in true idiot fashion, ended each one with “Eat a dick.” Classy, eh? Oh, and it didn’t stop at the phone. Turns out when I got home, I drunk MySpaced and Facebooked.

I have only myself to blame … and that double shot at Wick’s.

Here’s to laying low. And begging forgiveness.