i got ridiculously drunk on friday night and thought it’d be cool to overly enthusiastically hug and greet everyone who i recognized, and hugged this guy who i’ve never spoken to but adds me to all these facebook events, proceeded to give my number to some guy who actually texted me and i hardly remember, and proceeded to profess my love for this british guy to anyone and everyone who gave me the time of day. i then fell asleep because everything was spinning and woke up at 4am to throw up whiskey and cupcakes in the disgusting keeney bathrooms. this is why i should not be allowed to drink.
I love doing my thing while someone else is in the room doing their thing. Like if you come over and you want to sit by the window and read while I sit on the floor drawing something and listening to a cd that would be very nice.
ugh i kept thinking this today. like someone chill in my room while i do homework and occasionally talk to me and will love you