I've got the HUGEST urge to go to the club get absolutely hammered, smoke too much and go get laid by some nameless hottie at the end of the evening. The "Bad Girl" I was for so long before I decided to improve my life, is balking at her restrictions right now, and it's torturous at times.
Urgh.
Responsibility sucks. I never had to worry about going to work hungover, because work didn't require thinking. School does.
Ah well. Suck it up princess. I get to get smashed at SinCity on the 12th. I'm going to make it worth the wait.
And a majority of the time, it's okay being a "Good Girl" with occasional bad intentions.
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