Although the guy I want isn’t gonna be anywhere near there, nor have I seen him in the past two days, not to mention I think he likes my friend Bo. And I kinda got super high last night and thought about him all night.

Shaame.

But tonight, along with fifty bucks, our friend Kim is purchasing enough booze to feed a small army and were getting drunk at her apartment, and having a girls drinking night.

Hopefully it makes me forget about his witty personality and how good he would be at taking control of a certain situation. And forget about my own sexual frustrations.

Whaaat. So yeah, drunk tonight, drunk tomorrow night, prolly spend Sunday in bed wishing I hadn’t drank.

YES.

Also I tend to cry when really cute things happen. Like baby penguins.

NO REGRETS