2.5 shots of shitty tequila sure go down smooth on afternoons like this.
I work at 6:30 AM tomorrow.
I like a boy and he likes me yet I’m perpetually scared that he’ll flake out.
I’m a little too obsessed with Pink Floyd.
Yes, the alcohol is kicking in.
I gave myself a nick name last year: still-drunk Hazel. I plan on keeping the legacy going.