I don't get out much, unless you count going to work or the grocery store. Seriously, I hang out with my friends like twice a year, not counting bringing my kid to birthday parties. And that's also not counting hanging out with Clemente, who we always meet up with for a Saturday lunch or something else.

It's been this way for years, since I moved out of my mom's place and actually had bills to pay. That and I hate the club scene and I refuse to go hang out in some Bourbon Street bar.

50% of my friends are now at that point in their lives. They have real day jobs that keep them from going out during the week, and the weekends they like to use as their down time, much like me.

25% are always looking to get high on any pill they can swallow, whatever powder they can put up their nose, or their just looking to get falling down drunk. I try not to associate with these friends anymore because it's just a sad sight to see. But it's hard not to see them when they're friends with all your friends.

And the other 25% have moved too far and I only see them when they come to town, if I get a chance to visit with them.

Last night we went to Baton Rouge to catch the Girl Talk show, and met up with close to 30 people (friends and people we kind of know through friends). It was hot as you wouldn't believe, but fun. If you have a love for music and have never heard of Girl Talk, I highly recommend you check this dude out. He does amazing work. Anyone that can take 5 songs, mix them all together at one time, and make it sound awesome is a true artist.

We didn't get home until 4:30 this morning, so after being up since 6:30am and only getting an hour nap after work, I was drained. All I drank last night was water, but I was so tired I felt drunk.

Now I'd like to take a moment and vent about the Muffins. No, not the yummy little treats, but rather a group of people that call themselves Muffins. I try not to look down on people, but when it comes to the Muffins, I just can't help it.

The Muffins are practically a cult, minus the religion. They dress in absolutely ridiculous clothes (costumes they call them) any given day of the week, do whatever drugs they can get their hands on, have sex with anything that moves, and just act all together childish. Every member of the Muffins has a muffin nickname, like Miss Muffy Muffin (the ringleader it seems), or Plethora Muffin, etc

To become a Muffin you have to follow strict guidlines, such as wearing a certain costume for a week straight, no matter what. This costume consists of a hideous pair on lime green and blue pants, a lavendar poofy hat, and a black and white checkered shirt. There are other things you have to do, but I don't remember what they are.

On the night you officially become a Muffin, you must do whatever drugs the other Muffins give you and sleep with multiple partners (of the Muffins choosing, and the act must be done in front of the 20 or so Muffins). This is called the Muffining.

They disgust me, not only for the way they act and the sex and drugs, but also for the way they treat their so-called friends, and how being a Muffin changes you as a person. On a few occasions I have seen a few Muffins screw over their own friends with no regards for that friends feelings. I've also witnessed the downfall of quite a few friends of mine that have been Muffinized. It's quite sickening.

A few of my friends have gotten sucked into this Muffin craze and it really makes me pity them. They used to be great people, but now they're hollow shells of their previous existance, selfish, dirty, and haggard from all the drug use. It's quite sad.

Today I was supposed to lunch with my good friend Amanda, but I'm still drained from last night. We decided to reschedule for tomorrow.

Calvin should be back from Disney World tomorrow, so I'm pretty excited. I've missed him terribly.