Notes to self.

Note #1: next time, let your friend hold the bottle of tequila to prevent yourself from taking shots in the middle of the street.

Note #2: next time, when you arrive at the party already buzzed, pace yourself on the ridiculously good punch with bananas in it, especially when there are cute and obviously gay guys around that you wanted to talk to.

Note #3: next time, comb your hair before going to a party to prevent looking like a tweety bird.



And then you come home wondering why you're sleeping alone.



Am I subconciously having too much fun as being single, but conciously I'm suppressing myself from actually enjoying being single?