The mediocrity that is me
OK, so I'm drunk.
not as drunk as say...anthony. or joel. or mark. or
but i'm still drunk.
and damn, does it feel good. drunk and smoking
cigarettes. a glass of red wine sounds incredibly,
indecently good right about now. and so does a random,
beautiful man --- to have sex with, and to tell me i'm
beautiful. i dont' give a shit that it's a lie.
anyway, tonight i went out with a bunch of people that i
didn't really know. ok, a bunch of guys that i didn't
really know. why don't i have any friends who are girls?
is it because they don't measure up to the standard that i
have set for them? they're not going to be laura or kripa
or kayla. they'll never be laura or kripa or kayla.
so why do i judge every girl based on those standards?
i know, this sounds like something a guy would say. fuck
that. i really couldn't care less if i tried.
i'm sick of being the only chick hanging around a bunch of
joel is my best friend down here. i thought it might be
anthony for a while, but he doesn't seem to like me all
that much anymore.
tonight was great. i had a blast. i want to pass out now.