So I survived another night out...yeah, yeah...I just got done drinking the pink stuff and I am listening to 'do you sleep' by lisa loeb...or however you spell her name...I love this song.
I slid away ever so gracefully from a drunken mack attack...for real...some of the lines that boys dish out these days are so sad...and a married boy at that...as if...what ever rumor you heard about me at pratt is NOT true...so fuck off....lol...no really...I feel sorry for their wives, but for real...give me some credit.
So, here we are again...not drunk like I was last night...sadly I didn't grab hold of that buzz that I wanted so desperatly...and I didn't try to kiss any boys either...so all in all, I can say that it was a good night.
But I do hate it when people try to get all serious on me...or judge me for that matter...I really hate it when people try to disect my brain, you know because some of the shit that they come up with just really makes me laugh...I know that I am analytical...so sue me...but I am fun...and am proud of it.
It's cold in my apartment...I really can't wait to find freedom on the road...I really need to start writing again...but crazy dave stole my words...thank you sweet heart.
Rules that I need to abide by:
Stay away from red heads
Maintain the two shot rule
Forgive pretty smiles
Get out of Pratt mode
Love as hard as you can
Laugh often
Remember to know when to let go
My heart is racing 90 to nothing...but that's what I get for drinking tea this late. So I need to crawl into my feathered bed now and sleep...hopefully dream well tonight...it would be nice.
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