Drunk texting… There are a number of things you should not operate under the influence. A car, a boat, a plane, heavy machinery, and a phone. It’s that time of night where tequila starts yelling “HE DON’T KNO HOW MUCH U LUV HIM GURL U GOTTA TELL HIM!” It’s also the time where vodka chimes in squealing “ooooh that bitch, how dare she steal yo’ boyfrand last Tuesday, who the hell does she think she is hmm?”
Break ups suck. They cause a lot of pain and heartache, and basically your whole life changes (whether it’s for better or worse). I like to think most would do the mature thing and either go their separate ways or remain friends. But a lot of people get really immature and bitchy towards their ex and declare a never ending war on them.
Have you ever been living it up in a club or a party and you’re looking for someone to take home? Most people there are probably waaay too drunk, or you’re not drunk enough to think they’re attractive. Then you spot your ex. Eh, it’s been a while, they’re still looking good, they’re into it. Why not right?
It happens to everyone. One minute you’re having the best time dancing away with your friends when suddenly, in the corner of your eye, you spot your ex lover or friend. That one person who will manage to ruin your night just by looking at them. How dare they be in your club. How dare they dance where you dance. They shouldn’t be allowed in, right? Wrong.
Um, so, I’ll be honest with you guys, had a pretty rough weekend. Got dumped. It was shit, but amidst all the tears and ice cream, I had an epiphany. I am now on the rebound. Fate has offered me a ‘proceed straight to GO, collect $200, and slut it up without any lasting consequences’ card. Guess I gotta play the hand I was dealt