omg, i’m drunk. so don’t make fun.
Caroline LITERALLY drug me from my bed and made me go out. She FORCIBLY put lipstick on me and made me go to this terrible bar called Kiele’s Party Hole. (FUCKING “PARTY HOLE?!?! No, thank you), where in which some dude named Basil asked for my phone number, so first I gave him Caroline’s number. Then he called it. And called me out on it, then I told him I was seeing someone. But then Bridget told him I was lying, (whatalyingbitch) so I gave him my boss’s number. hahaha omg, fuck. Somebody, save me from Basil.