You say you've got it all figured out, got the science down at age nine-teen. I roll my eyes, because that's just silly. I'm older than you by a year at least, but regardless, I watch you hitch your skirt up and strap your heels on before leaving the house. You think I'm crazy to stay around only to meander about in my fuzzy socks and stained sweatshirt.
I'll have you know that I actually quite enjoy my one-women tea parties with Ms. Austin and the Bronte girls on a Friday night. At least I won't get a head ache from strobe-lights and my utter confusion when it comes to pretty-looking cocktails. I realize I probably won't be seeing you until midmorning anyway when you stumble rather impressively into the kitchens still in your club clothes.
You'll make a disgusted noise at my pillow fort, my coloring books, my towering stack of certifiable Disney DVDS and I will pretend not to notice that you smell like stale sweat, alcohol, and aftershave.
You will feel compelled to tell me all about him, all about them, all about all of last night--down to the last disturbing detail--and I will burry my face in my cereal so you can't see the faces I'm making.
Undoubtedly you are bragging (or so you think), but really, I'd rather not have had so-and-so pawing at me all night, because neither you nor I know where he's been, and I personally find no appeal in waking up in someone else's unfamiliar room because my comforter is super soft and fluffy and I feel like a princess when I go to bed all clean and cute in my PJs. This way I can get up whenever I want and take a shower and be loud and not have to put the seat up when I *** or quietly try and find my way out of someone else's home.
Also, I'm lazy most of the time so I definitely wouldn't like the walk home so early in the day. I have to say that I much prefer my crayons to your aspirin, my forts to your mysterious bathrooms, my imaginary sword fights to your hike home. Most importantly, I like waking up regretting nothing the previous the night except that I didn't get to watch all of Mulan and what her reflection really shows.