It’s Definitely Okay To Get Drunk On A Monday With Your Girlfriends Sometimes
It’s freeing, getting drunk on a Monday. One of those spontaneous, semi-reckless, but absolutely necessary decisions.
It’s freeing, getting drunk on a Monday. One of those spontaneous, semi-reckless, but absolutely necessary decisions.
I want your eye contact when we speak. No video games. No cell phones. No computer screens. Just me and you, your brown eyes locked on my face.
The feminist alarms in my head were going off at full volume!
Guys aren’t everything.
Love isn’t supposed to be this mediocre thing in our lives. We aren’t supposed to love the plain, perfect, and fits-in-this-little-relationship-box type of guy. We’re supposed to date someone that challenges us, makes us fall into that crazy, ridiculous thing called love.
It’s not you, it’s me. It’s the fact that I want more than these days, these weekends. It’s the fact that my dreams are too big. But it is not me.
You were the best and worst thing that ever happened to me.
By the time you reach Arizona, you’ll probably smell like a mix of Burger King, coffee, peanut butter crackers, and sweat. You’ll have your hair tied at the top of your head, your makeup rubbed off, and your two-day old clothes stuck to your body.