someone please marry me this year so i can never date again
so if running out of places before i have an anxiety attack or start crying becomes any more of a fucking habit, i've seriously either got to move out of this city or cut ties with everyone i know.
in other news;
denis bramley was my platonic valentine and bought
me drinks and chicken fingers at a bar.
this weekend;
friday i went to a party
got really drunk
saturday i went to the bike messenger prom
and got really drunk
and danced with no shoes on
so the moral of all of this is:
i shouldn't drink, ever, unless i am alone
i am not allowed to sleep with anyone until i can
fully seperate emotion from just plain doin' it
because EMOTIONS HAVE NO PLACE IN ANYTHING GODDAMMIT
isn't it funny how one fucking phone call can ruin your night
from someone who ruined this whole fucking year
when i am this upset i just want my best friend to pick up her phone.
in other news;
denis bramley was my platonic valentine and bought
me drinks and chicken fingers at a bar.
this weekend;
friday i went to a party
got really drunk
saturday i went to the bike messenger prom
and got really drunk
and danced with no shoes on
so the moral of all of this is:
i shouldn't drink, ever, unless i am alone
i am not allowed to sleep with anyone until i can
fully seperate emotion from just plain doin' it
because EMOTIONS HAVE NO PLACE IN ANYTHING GODDAMMIT
isn't it funny how one fucking phone call can ruin your night
from someone who ruined this whole fucking year
when i am this upset i just want my best friend to pick up her phone.