The World Is Your Stage

For fuck’s sake

honest to shit like why? why?

Why do you to ruin my life with your fucking perfection 

I mean I was having fun dancing up a storm and looking fucking smoking all night

( I chose to go full out hipster tonight just for shits and such and wore stockings and knee high socks with my boots and high waist-ed skirt. Also with a white tank top and a plaid shirt and my fucking hipster ass non prescription glasses)

Then you arrive and of course I see you but like I’m going to try and save my sanity by just getting my drink and going back to my friends but you do your oh so fucking hot little smile/nod hello thing and of course I have to hug you and say hi

now look what you did I can’t stop thinking about you for the rest of the night

LIFE RUINER

you have to potential to make it a wonderful life but no

and like god you are perfect

only the perfect man would wear a ninja turtles hat and shirt to the bar on a friday night and, when asked who you’re favorite turtle was, say “Michelangelo obviously” with reasons to back it up

but you were drunk as a skunk when I found you and even though you are continuously hot because you don’t stop smiling and just UGH! when drunk, I have learned my lesson. Even when you’re friend David came up to you and you said to him “Make out with me right now” I refrained from jumping you right then and there because of your perfection.

so in conclusion either stop it all right now or go on a date with me

oh and because of all this whatever that went on at the bar I got slutty on the walk home and flirted with every boy I saw

like legit as soon as my friends walked away I got asked where the after party was by a guy who was really hot and called me “glasses” and legit if he had found one in Hudson I would have gone with him. Then I was walking and guys were talking about how they were supposed to be driving this girl and her friend home and when they saw me were like please let that be the girl. They offered to drive me home but I don’t want to get raped so I just said thanks but no thanks and gave them both a kiss of drunk town. Then I ran into people from high school who remembered my fucking name which I fucking love because I was SUCH a loser in high school and we reminisced about fucking Charlie Browns Christmas and yeah now I’m home and drinking more while I tell tumblr about my night even though no one gives a shit so yeah

also three cheers for spell check or this post would have been inaudible

goodnight bitches