"If you drink enough vodka it tastes like love," has been the most truthful thing I’ve been told thus far in life. Meaning: I got black out drunk drinking vodka straight last night and confessed my love for someone I just met before throwing up several times in his house while holding his hand. But hey! He told me “you puke gracefully” this morning before I left. so, I don’t feel any better about it, but at least I didn’t fuck that up last night. Other than throwing up I don't really remember anything else.











