aftermath

i do not fucking feel like p diddy right now. it is 8 in the morning and after trying to sleep in my car cause boris had to go to work and failing miserably, even with that fucking godforsaken run on sentence, i am now at home after driving my hung over ass here. straight up, i bit off a little more than i could chew.

one thing to take away from last night though. at the end of my drunken rage, i definitely remember knocking the fuck out on the couch in the living room. however, i woke up this morning to find myself under the covers of a nice bed. right next to the bed, my shoes are placed right next to eachother. the night stand in front of my bed had my cigarettes and lighter on top of one another, and my phone right next to them. somebody tucked me into fucking bed last night and then emptied my pockets and took off my shoes. i have the best fucking friends ever

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