congradulations, go home now.

so last night after hanging with some bros
i decided to complile a list of all the boys i've ever kissed.
i came up with 25 names.
3of which i don't even remember their names
just where i met them.
it all started cos i looked around this table of friends
and realized sometime ago, in a drunken stupor, i've kissed three of
the seven.

jesus christ.

t.g.i.f.

i just need to know that someone out there listens and understands
and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have.
i need to know that these people exist.

i found out last night that my first boyfriend
is now somebody's husband.
and while my mom is off winning trips to atlantic city
via the poker tournament she placed in,
i'm sitting at home on a friday night listening to bright eyes
and contemplating re-reading the perks of being a wallflower for
the fiftith million time.

welcome to bangkok.

i want to meet someone who believes the sun shines out of my ass.