So last night involved a lot of beer.
Good news: I texted congruently and grammatically correct, I had a lot but still remember everything, people were funny as shit, I didn’t die, swimming was fun, I found out that I get de-pantsed really easy but am apparently not too concerned about it when I am intoxicated, and Wes and I have way too much energy at 7 in the morning after a night like that. Oh and I didn’t die.
Bad news: Hangovers are a real thing, I feel as if I fell off a building, my heel is fucking painful from walking to breakfast drunk, I text people I don’t always want to when inebriated, Its not a good idea to see how many people you can hold up on your back, its a worse idea to try a hand stand on a rope (especially when you cant do hand stands), the house i was at had oddly placed light switches so falling over shit was a thing. Lastly, I thought I was going to die even though I was laughing after.
TL;DR = Fun Fuckin Night

put on your dance pants
I’m not a check point I’m a destination.
I won’t hold a place that isn’t mine, I’ll make my own and if you wont let me I won’t stay. Life is too short to sit around wasting away with people who just want you to be someone else. This is my show now.

its probably bad im laughing at this haha

is it bad i find this funny?




