There was a lucky draw for a PS2 console Saturday night at The Doors, and I won it. All the issues that were in my life seem to have resolved themselves. Vicky is out of my life, through her own choice, and that's good, because it'll mean that my life won't get hit by the all-too-familiar hurricane Vicky anymore. No more disruption. And I don't give a fuck.

Anyhow, I've sold that PS2, and I'm going to use the money to purchase what Jian would definitely term a well-deserved upgrade. So at least I'll still be able to keep LANning with my friends, enjoying the type of games I enjoy. This put me into quite a good mood. So, as far as LANning and sociliazing with my LAN buddies go, I'm covered for another reasonable period, and this puts me in a pretty good mood.

I have an analogy that I use to describe the way I am when I drink. Basically, there are two me's. On the one hand, you have Karl, the man who's in charge most of the time, and on the other, you have Karlos, the happy-go-lucky mexican who is always fond of a good jol. All it takes for Karlos to come out, is a shot of Cuervo or two. Send down a shot of Cuervo, maybe old Cactus and old Jack as well, and they convince Karl to help them break Karlos out of prison. Send down more reinforcements, and Karlos will successfully escape. Subsequent to that, they all throw a big fucking party, and I walk around in a mindset that is far less tactless, far more uninhibited, far more enjoyable, really.

To get back to the topic of The Doors on Saturday, I had a good night last night, obviously. I won a PS2 console, 'nuff said. There was someone on the dance floor that was catching my eye last night, and I was in two minds. Her smoking was a bit of a put off, but I'm pretty sure if Karlos had've been properly sprung out of jail by that time (I was driving), I'd have said, "Fuck it.", and started dancing right up against her.

How did I know she was interested in me? Well, everyone is familiar with Marilyn Manson's cover of Sweet Dreams. A certain part of the lyrics go like so: "Everybody's looking for something. Some of them want to use you, some of them want to get used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused."

I think it's fairly safe to conclude that if a women turns, faces you, smiles, and mouths those lyrics while dancing right in front of you on a dance floor, it's indication enough that she's keen on you to at least some degree.

Listening to: Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams