it's not the tom, it's the collins!

It's just all... so fucking hilarious.

All the little things that add up to bring me here: alone and on the last glass of gin.
I'm so drunk, I could even talk to him. I won't, though, it would be so stupid to ruin my good score for nothing. Also, no one would ever believe the fact that I just wanted to talk to someone fun.
And most likely drunk like me. Aaand dangerously close. Ok, new subject.

This is a whole new level of pathetic. Watching him go to his gilfriend as I pout and make self-depricating comments about myself. Dear. Fucking. Lord.

Oh, man. I'm officialy out of gin. I should just smoke his pot and go to bed.