How could you do this to me? Last night at the wrap party I thought we had something really special. When we were romping around the room in that conga line, singing our heads off and laughing I felt like we were making a real connection. I’m sorry I drunkenly flirted with that boy…and the other one…and the other one…but that’s no reason you should have knocked me down and left me bruised and beaten, my head spinning like a disco ball.
Yeah. Last night I thought we were friends, but today when I woke up, memory hazy, eyes throbbing from the optic nerves forward, I realized that you and I are not friends. I knew I should never have come back to you.
Ugh. And I’m supposed to run today. How’s that going to go? Read more >>