this morning #1662.
this morning, the anticipation was killing me. i’ll know i’ll be sitting at my desk all day long watching the clock. tonight, i’m ringing in the new year at this dude corey’s fat ass bachelor pad. i spent new year’s eve there a couple years back & it was BONKERS. tripped balls all night long with this chick from florida who knew corey from college. painter, i think. roamed around the party with her half in the bag, basking in the madness. when the countdown came calling, we downed our champagne & made out like we’d become one. felt that way, at least. when the first light of the new year came, we parted ways. i wonder what became of her. maybe she’ll be there tonight? nah. nothing that sweet ever happens to me.