drinking is bad. do it.
I got so drunk last night I had to come into work today hung over and sick and cranky. The sun made me squint. Every noise in the office made me cringe with pain. I wanted to roll up in the foetal position and close myself off from the world.
But it was all worth it!!! I had a blast and a half last night at this magazine party. It was like having a Saturday night, on a Wednesday night.
I made out with a crush I fancied last year.
I made out with him last week too but didn’t think it was such a big deal because having a conversation with him was painful. I tried. We tried. But in the end I was just content standing next to him in silence watching girls checking him out and being envious of my friends around me who were having animated conversations with his friends and dreaming about being able to have a conversation with a man about how much of a genius Charlie Kaufman is and creating evil plans to take over the world.
We made out when I went to say goodbye. He went in for it, and I must admit he was quite speedy I didn’t even have that much time to have a social conscience commentary play out in my mind. All I remember thinking was “There’s nothing there. But.. he’s really hot. oh well. no ones perfect”.
He was the first one I saw when I arrived at the party last night. I thought it must be fate for me to make out with this hot rock star and why should I fight it? What can I say?
I love fate.
- Drunken debauchery | Time: 2:17 pm (UTC+8)
