This Shit...

I can see it happening...this fuvking trip is the one that will officially make me the loner/alcoholic type chick. Right now I'm in the bar/lobby solo at 11:45 on a Monday, sipping on a glass of Washington Apple and listening to Kid CuDi. It's just a matter of time before a guy will walk to me trying to buy a round of shots and get me fucked up. How do I know? Because it's happened everyday without fail. This shit is a crazy life to start. But fuck it, you're only 22 once right?

(Ignore the fact I need a fill-in...that gray still looks hot tho!)