Hoo boy, Friday. I ran out into the night, drunk and ecstatic with whisky. Went to a pretty all right concert, friend-hit on a girl to hang out and got her number (we agreed that her Republican dad is an asshole), talked about aquaponics with some cute hipster.

.....Aaaand ran into a guy I know and hooked up with him. Which I kind of sort of regret. I've always thought he was cute, but I don't really like his personality. Also, he's part of my friend group and I generally subscribe to the "don't shit where you eat" mentality. Here's hoping I didn't create drama where none existed.

Okay, time for oranges and water because I'm feeling a little tender right now.