Screw it, I'm not going anywhere tonight.
I wanted to, but I'm in a grumpy mood, I don't know who's going, and I don't feel like having to look at Dan's pretty, thin exes (yes, plural!) dancing in front of me all night, especially when he's been AWOL for a week. Add to that, I have literally nothing to wear, because of my stoopid FAT gut. Nothing ( Read more... )