neodrunk

Don't you hate it when you wake up in the morning and you're not to sure who's next to you... and then you find in your coat a name and phone number. Is it her, or another chic you met that night? So you bait your roomie to find out who is the chic that spent the night with you, and then realize that the number you have in your coat is for someone else. Now you're thinking, okay who is this other chic that I have a number for, is she an upgrade from what i brought home last night?

I was pretty fucked up last night. Evidentally don't remember attempting to drive home, good thing I didn't.