My crush asked me if there would be single chicks at the party we were going to.
I didn't get to sleep until midnight. I was awoken at 3 AM by successive text messages from the phone I forgot to turn off.
A bald guy walked into my bedroom, fiddled around for the light, and asked if Cam was there. It was 5 AM.
It's 6 AM, and I'm still drunk from last night.
No More
Rock n Roll.
Ben got banned for life from the Radio Station.
Last Easter:
I walked down the street with Ben from Doll House after dropping off the guy I had spent the night with. We were going to make eggs. I had a drink I had invented, called an "Easter Rising," in my hand. (It involves Wine and Vodka, and a little Fresca. I guess that's it, really.)
The rest of the day was spent getting lost with Paddy in the woods wearing bunny ears, making soup on a budget of $1.97, and shouting at people off of the Doll House porch.
Happy Easter!
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
-'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening'
Robert Frost
