spotty memory, sore all over. tinged with vague shame, etc, etc, etc.
overly flirtatious behavior recalled, but no truly bad decisions. successkid.jpg
i'm glad i got to be a part of the hype. sometimes you kinda just wanna be out in the streets partying with a million other drunk people, instead of being inside claiming you're too cool for that shit.
saint patrick's day in savannah was hella fun.
time to get my ass to bed.