Elizabeth would be annoying if she was, lets say… overweight or… ugly. But she’s pretty and has amazing side-boob in her little vivid-alt t-shirt.

Remind me again what exactly I would gain if I was good and went home right now? What were those multiple benefits that were so clear to me an hour ago? I can never get this night back, you know! Elizabeth is drunk and she keeps telling me that she isn’t tired and that she lives alone now and that I would love her place and and and and and… and “Where am (I) going?” (when I’m only talking to the DJ). Elizabeth would be annoying if she was, lets say… overweight or… ugly. But she’s pretty and has amazing side-boob in her little vivid-alt t-shirt, so we will call her high maintenance instead. All the guys here would love to “maintain” her. They keep swooping in to dip their fingers in the proverbial pool to see if she’s available, or if we’re together etc… I don’t mind though, since because of them I get to mingle a little. But she always finds me and scolds me for not “saving” her, and then she asks me if I’m ready to go. I can’t believe that it was only a year ago when I met her at the pool in LA. She had a boyfriend. He was a cool dude in a popular band. Those cool dudes in popular bands always get the girl… for 15 minutes. But he is gone now and I am in a cab with her and she’s putting my hand under her shirt. And while we are kissing I realize that I am drunk on her saliva.

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