Sittin on my a**. Bottomless. Sleepless. Freshly dyed and amazing.
The past few days have been the epitome of "how the ******** did this happen?", and it's been kinda cool. And kind of terrible.
The "What happens at Pete's house, stays at Pete's house" mentality (that everyone I've been spending any amount of time with lately seems to have) is complete bullshit. It seems dishonest.
Bo got drunk. Bo cheated on his girlfriend. He doesn't remember anything that happened thursday night, doesn't want anyone to tell him, and still says he regrets it all.
How can someone regret something that he has no concrete knowlege of?
He should have known better than to get trashed to the point of losing nearly all inhibition.
And I guess the reason I'm so caught up in it is because he kissed me, too.
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