Waking up in a hazy fog Regular Sunday Morning It is Sunday right?
Bits and pieces of last night rushing to the forefront of my mind but a feeling that there's a missing piece of vital information
aaaaaaand there's a stranger next to me she's so still! she's alive God I hope she's alive My jeans are still on so we obviously didn't do anything wait why are my jeans ripped? Did they come this way? No they didn't did they? my shoes are still on too well at least one is anyway where the hell is my other shoe how does somebody lose one shoe losing a pair is actually more understandable
I should probably go wash the glitter off my hands wait why do I have glitter on my hands?
aaaaand I have a black eye who did I fight? probably got my *** handed to me or maybe I beat up an *******! no probably the former I can't fight for ****
My head is killing me part hangover part concussion
I should probably call somebody help fill me on what the hell happened last night Aw **** where the hell is my phone? wait where the hell is my wallet?!
Well ****... ****** memory, comatose stranger in my bed, ripped jeans (although I'm 73 percent sure they came this way), missing a shoe, glitter hands, black eye, sore head, no phone, and no wallet