Last night, I was crazy.
Crazy for two reasons:

First reason I was crazy:
I got in a fight with my mother earlier that day. Followed by trying to call Matt but I got no answer. Followed by feeling lonely and walking into his apartment (he doesn't care that I go there). Followed by surfing the net and deciding to save a picture I found,
which popped up the "save where" box,
to which opened into his "my pictures" area,
to which I saw pictures of his ex girlfriend there.
Followed by going to the folder itself and finding three sets of ex-girlfriend pictures:
First, a picture of him and his ex which I had seen that had just called him recently
Second, a picture of him and another of his exs who still stops by unannounced and calls him a lot.
Third, about 20 pictures of another ex naked.

I realized I was being psychotic when picture set 3 didn't even phase me, and in fact, I didn't even care when I saw them, she was hot, I don't blame him.
Also, picture set 1 I had seen before(he showed me), I just hadn't a name to go with it and I'd be a damn hypocrite if I got mad because she had just recently called him.
No, the only thing that bothered me in my interrogation of his privacy was the picture set number 2.
I thought about how retarded I was being. I knew that if I had asked to see what his ex-girlfriends had looked like, he would have happily sat down at this computer and showed me all the pictures I had just seen (even the naked ones, I know it sounds crazy). I trusted him, but in my weakened state I decided to flip out.
I'm chalking it up to it just being a bad day.
I called him 3 times that day from the hours of 3pm till 11:30pm. At 11:30, he picked up, well actually he hit ignore on me, sending me to his voice mail, and then called me right back apologizing for his butter fingers. I talked to him for 10 - 15 minutes (about none of the above, girlfriends, my parents, etc.) and then felt better once I got off the phone.

I felt a bit crazy, nonetheless.

Second reason I was crazy (I've bet you've forgotten there was two):
I got home around 11:30ish last night. After talking to Matt and feeling a sort of relief (remember I still had had a fight with the parents) I felt I needed a drink.
RHM went and made me one, and it was strong.
15 minutes and a half an drink later, she came to the door and told me she was going to her fuck-buddy's apartment to get laid.
I said ok and promptly finished of my drink of Jack and Coke and made myself another one.
At 1:30ish I was happy.
Slap happy.
So happy that when RHM came home from getting laid and she asked if I wanted to go to Denny's I jumped up from my bed, ran around her several times and chanted 'Denny's' like I was routing for the home team.
I called FN and he said he'd meet us there.
We got into the car (RHM was driving cause I definitely could NOT) and her 80's mix cd was in.
I cannot tell you in words the happiness felt upon hearing "Jesse's Girl" come on the CD, nor can I tell you how hard RHM was laughing while trying to drive.
But I can tell you that I injured my hand while "dancing" to it, and RHM had genuine tears rolling down her face from laughing so hard.
We got to Denny's.
I don't remember what I said, what happened, how many cheese fries I ate, or how loud I was, but I promise I was annoying to anyone around us.
FN thought it was the best thing he'd ever done at 2 am in his life.
After the food arrived FN and RHM took bets on how fast the alcohol would wear off from my blood stream.
They were both wrong.
On the way home RHM saw my renditions of "I wear my sunglasses at night," "Jesse's girl,(again)" and "Take me on." When I got home I felt a little crazy so I laid down, and that was the last thing I remembered until this morning.