you know it was a good night when you can't remember it...in any way shape or form. i remember going out, the first few drinks and then its all hazy from there. woke up with my phone broken, 90 dollars short and my mouth tasting like i'd cleaned the bar floor with my tongue... 
but still...its a gorgeous life.
but still...its a gorgeous life.
merchbitch:
it was a good night, but that tends to make it a horrid day.
liarsenic:
...any prospect of enjoyment makes me blind to the morning after 