002 // Never Again
I think last night was quite possibly one of the worst nights ever. Murphy's Law was in full effect, and not just for me, I guess.
Never drinking again.
Aren't people supposed to have a good time when they're drinking? Maybe under different circumstances it would have been fun.
Never going to a party again. I will just stick with the parties of the lan kind. It was going fine at first, but then everyone went their separate ways, including Jess. Which leads me to...
Never falling for a pretty girl again.
Seeing her dry hump with Jay? Not so fun. I am doomed. I will action figures (the equivalent of cats, for dudes). And I will be bald. We were supposed to go on a date, tonight. Maybe it wasn't a date. Maybe I am stuck in the 'friend zone'. Maybe I'm overreacting.
Never letting anyone drive my car again.
Though Ashley has a led foot, at least she knows how to steer. Liberty has just shortened our life expectancy.
Maybe I can give sully my insurance info without my parents finding out? Maybe? Because if they find out. They'll find out that Liberty drove my car because I was drunk. Maybe I'll just take the rap. Maybe I'm overreacting.
In conclusion, parties and me will never mix. And neither will me and drinking. I can live with that. Maybe I'm overreacting.
At least tomorrow is 7-11, which means free slurpees. That is the best thing I could think of to look forward to, though Sean has other ideas. A strip club? He can't be serious, though those eye(brows) never lie.
Never drinking again.
Aren't people supposed to have a good time when they're drinking? Maybe under different circumstances it would have been fun.
Never going to a party again. I will just stick with the parties of the lan kind. It was going fine at first, but then everyone went their separate ways, including Jess. Which leads me to...
Never falling for a pretty girl again.
Seeing her dry hump with Jay? Not so fun. I am doomed. I will action figures (the equivalent of cats, for dudes). And I will be bald. We were supposed to go on a date, tonight. Maybe it wasn't a date. Maybe I am stuck in the 'friend zone'. Maybe I'm overreacting.
Never letting anyone drive my car again.
Though Ashley has a led foot, at least she knows how to steer. Liberty has just shortened our life expectancy.
Maybe I can give sully my insurance info without my parents finding out? Maybe? Because if they find out. They'll find out that Liberty drove my car because I was drunk. Maybe I'll just take the rap. Maybe I'm overreacting.
In conclusion, parties and me will never mix. And neither will me and drinking. I can live with that. Maybe I'm overreacting.
At least tomorrow is 7-11, which means free slurpees. That is the best thing I could think of to look forward to, though Sean has other ideas. A strip club? He can't be serious, though those eye(brows) never lie.