Its nine within the on a Wednesday and I am just getting back to my parent’s house after a night spent swallowing a bottle of Coconut New Amsterdam whole and going upstairs mid-way through the party to take a bath in the host’s tub morning.
My shorts are on backwards and I also have always been nevertheless completely wasted. I’m leaving for a event in Dover in three hours and now have an amount that is sizable of still left to do.
I’m shoving garments in to the washer whenever I understand one thing funny. Perhaps gross. Perhaps baller. I’ve just tossed in a hoodie and a t-shirt that belong to two various guys. Quit within my hand is another hoodie from the 3rd man and in my own other my phone is ready to accept a paragraph text from my pal telling me personally concerning the guy we made away with yesterday. I happened to be standing in the middle of a Hook-Up Lost and discovered and, because it were, the crossroads of my trash case generation y life.