i forgot the i in the title. oops.

i feel like being rage-y and SO WHAT I'VE HAD A FEW DRINKS?! whiskey makes me verbose aparently. i can't belive i just used the word verbose in my state of mental capacity.
i am an intelligent drunk, apparently.

ok. so the real reason why i'm rage-y.

HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING say this girl worked with this guy all summer and he was in a serious relationship that entire time. THEN when you go back to school he breaks up with said girl because she's cheating on him and you totally get him drunk and mabye take advantage of him. but HE DOESN'T SAY STOP so you think it' sok.

so one night he invites you out with HIS friends and you go and you have an ok time but when you drive him home he's all over you. then when you're at his house you may or may not have gone down on him and when you're finished HE TELLS YOU IT'S THE BEST HEAD HE'S EVER HAD.
then the next two days you play it casually but don't see him. but all you really want to do is strip him naked and have your way with him. BUT HE DOESN'T TEXT!
how rude, right?!
and it's not like he doesn't know where you are because he drunkenly messages you telling you that he's run into the people you met the other night! like what the hell!?!?!?!!?!?!

i'm angry, drunk, depraved and jilted. i shouldn't be allowed near a keyboard when i'm like this.
i'm going to drown my sorrows in a tylenol and a hot chocolate.
fuck this.

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i forgot the i in the title. oops.

i feel like being rage-y and SO WHAT I'VE HAD A FEW DRINKS?! whiskey makes me verbose aparently. i can't belive i just used the word verbose in my state of mental capacity.
i am an intelligent drunk, apparently.

ok. so the real reason why i'm rage-y.

HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING say this girl worked with this guy all summer and he was in a serious relationship that entire time. THEN when you go back to school he breaks up with said girl because she's cheating on him and you totally get him drunk and mabye take advantage of him. but HE DOESN'T SAY STOP so you think it' sok.

so one night he invites you out with HIS friends and you go and you have an ok time but when you drive him home he's all over you. then when you're at his house you may or may not have gone down on him and when you're finished HE TELLS YOU IT'S THE BEST HEAD HE'S EVER HAD.
then the next two days you play it casually but don't see him. but all you really want to do is strip him naked and have your way with him. BUT HE DOESN'T TEXT!
how rude, right?!
and it's not like he doesn't know where you are because he drunkenly messages you telling you that he's run into the people you met the other night! like what the hell!?!?!?!!?!?!

i'm angry, drunk, depraved and jilted. i shouldn't be allowed near a keyboard when i'm like this.
i'm going to drown my sorrows in a tylenol and a hot chocolate.
fuck this.