but last night I realized I don’t party nearly enough. I like going out and having a good time, especially with good quality people. My life is boring and monotonous. Recently, I’ve had quite a few setbacks, to say the least. I swear I have a sign above me that says “please abuse my kindness and fuck me over” but I’m trying my hardest not to let that stuff bring me down. I’ve been living carefree; doing what I want. There’s nothing like drinking too much and dancing all your stress away like a fool!
The only unfortunate thing, is that I’m never going to find a guy with genuine interests at a night club. It just doesn’t happen. I met one, and he had a girlfriend. Everyone else at the clubs is usually in creep mode. LAME.
On the plus side, I’m almost positive I was successful at avoiding the photographer last night. No drunk pictures of me on Facebook this week, SCORE.