Today my confession is this:
I had my first (and only) hangover when I was fourteen.
My friend and I decieded we were going to drink, and having never done so before, we figured we could just mix everything in the liquor cabinet together in a large water glass with a splash of diet coke, and it would be good. Three water glasses later, we were both very sick. 
June 19, 2007 at 11:40 pm
My Tuesday confession is that I’ve never been drunk. I’ve been heavily buzzed a few times, but nothing that would come close to me be fully smashed or having a hangover afterwards.
June 21, 2007 at 1:34 am
some friends and i once did several tequila shots…we had no limes, so we used dill pickle slices instead. ugh…
June 21, 2007 at 9:34 am
duh, Paul, you used to study maps for fun, remember
cassie, i bet that actually sounds good these days!
July 5, 2007 at 2:42 am
Ooooo, dissed on the map studying! Does it count that I used to read so much that I would get eye-strain? Is that the same naughty level as a hangover?