jen

What a night. I showed up at Matt's house because he was having a party. So with my bottle of Jager in hand, spent a lot of the night doing shots and playing drinking games. The boy showed up, and it was surprisingly not very awkward at all. He was actually playful. It was good times.

I went out to my car for something at one point, and the boy's best friend followed me out and wrapped his arm around my waist, put his head on my shoulder and told me that I smelled like sunshine. I didn't really know what to do or say, so I just kind of laughed it off... he's a really sweet guy, but damn. He knows I still have feelings for his best friend, why would you do that...?

Anyways. When I finally got home at 4am, the fire alarms in my building were going off. Fantastic. I was a little more concerned with my nausea than the fire alarm-- thankfully it wasn't a real fire.

I was up until 10am, feeling sick. It was terrible. At least that's the last time I remember on the clock, it could have been later, I don't know.

I got an email this morning from a potential employer that would like to meet with me. Great timing. Glad I feel like a bag of smashed assholes today.