Yikers!

Dude, it's Sunday night, and I'm still freaked out by the vampire movie I watched on Saturday morning.

Well, I wasn't freaked out last night because I was too tipsy ... 6 fishbowls at the Gypsie and a bourbon and coke later. When I realized that I was talking while sleeping, I just had to pass out immediately.

But yeah, I am not watching scary movies and then having to go to bed by myself ever again (since I won't be going to bed with anyone until I get into another relationship, which isn't going to be for a LONG LONG LONG TIME, it deduces to I'm not watching scary movies again).