I owe everybody 50 bucks. 
Me and Drew and his sister watched a bunch of zombies movies. A word of advice: Zombie from like 72 is a horrible fucking movie. End of advice.
I always assumed Drew is very stoic about relationship stuff, but when he dropped me off he hugged me really hard and said it was good to see me. I said I know. I miss you. Then he said I should say that more often. It would make him feel good. That I should always tell him how I feel. I think he was eluding to something in particular.
It's a struggle to do and say stuff that conveys some kind of romantic emotion. I'm so busy trying to be nonchalant. Trying not to be "that girl".
I'm such a crabby patty. Hard shell, soft middles.
Anywho yesterday me and Dave went to the bar and drank our selves to death. He wore his sunglasses the whole time.
I hate when the most awkward shit happens to me while I'm drunk... I had to drop a duce after Brandy and Mark left and the one time I had to do something other than pee the toilet decides to stop functioning. I was in there for like 20 minutes trying to flush. Then these to buzzcut lesbians came in and just sat down having a conversation. I'm freaking out so I did what I could to "eliminate" some of the evidence. I was too fucking wasted so I just closed the lid hoping they wouldn't try to use that particular stall. That way the contents inside would just be undiscover until the next wave of barflies came in and nobody will be any the wiser.
Golly is my ass red with embarassment.
Me and Drew and his sister watched a bunch of zombies movies. A word of advice: Zombie from like 72 is a horrible fucking movie. End of advice.
I always assumed Drew is very stoic about relationship stuff, but when he dropped me off he hugged me really hard and said it was good to see me. I said I know. I miss you. Then he said I should say that more often. It would make him feel good. That I should always tell him how I feel. I think he was eluding to something in particular.
It's a struggle to do and say stuff that conveys some kind of romantic emotion. I'm so busy trying to be nonchalant. Trying not to be "that girl".
I'm such a crabby patty. Hard shell, soft middles.
Anywho yesterday me and Dave went to the bar and drank our selves to death. He wore his sunglasses the whole time.
I hate when the most awkward shit happens to me while I'm drunk... I had to drop a duce after Brandy and Mark left and the one time I had to do something other than pee the toilet decides to stop functioning. I was in there for like 20 minutes trying to flush. Then these to buzzcut lesbians came in and just sat down having a conversation. I'm freaking out so I did what I could to "eliminate" some of the evidence. I was too fucking wasted so I just closed the lid hoping they wouldn't try to use that particular stall. That way the contents inside would just be undiscover until the next wave of barflies came in and nobody will be any the wiser.
Golly is my ass red with embarassment.
oh and thanks for that thing you said in your makes me happy field