brain fart.

11Oct09

i forgot one teeny, tiny, miniscule detail in my homecoming story from last year. i slept with seven year itch that night. no big deal, really.

i was super drunk and i didn’t really want to hang out at junior high‘s house with her and her boyfriend, who were taking turns puking, so in the cab ride back to her place, i texted syi to see if he’d come pick me up. it didn’t take much convincing.

we went back to his place and in all honestly, i just wanted to sleep. swear. it was a very long day of drinking. but obviously that did not happen.

i’ll spare the details because even i know there is a line with this blog that i can’t cross. but to put it in simpler terms, i had make a drug store run the next morning. sadly, this will not be the only time i will write that phrase.