September 2009
4 posts
Yes, more cheese.
I miss going out with my girl friend, drinking ice cold champagne and Patron by the pool at Forbes and getting shitface smashed then still hit random drinking spots after without worrying about anything except how big our bill will be, how we were gonna drunk drive home and how much Tylenol or any hangover-quelling pills to shoot the morning after.
I miss drinking after class at 11 or 11:30 in...
Realization # 2
When you say jump, I say YOU FIRST.
Comatosed.
Everybody’s gonna be out drinking and having fun today while I sit here alone at home with a glass of iced tea and a half smoked pack of menthol cigarettes hoping for a goddamn call from a guy who apparently shot my heart into pieces at 11:54pm last night with a Glock 17 and a silver hollow point bullet.