Dec 11, 2005 12:49
I slept with my socks on
The garbage can and carpet are stained
There is an opened package of graham crackers, one missing
I don't know whose bracelet I'm wearing
There is a note with a name and phone number
And the message, "P.S. Don't be embarrassed"
And I can't seem to stop laughing
That somebody thought a magical graham cracker would have any effect
And I had to take out the vomit this morning
And I again fell for that "you wanna get outta here?" line
And I didn't wake up with a hangover
But I'm sure it's on its way
And my parents will be here for brunch in 20 minutes.
I really get a sick pleasure out of playing 'So what'd I do last night?'
It's like a triple shot of testosterone for my ego.