That’s what you do. When you feel sorry for yourself, you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men. It’s okay. I find it charming.-Alex, Grey’s Anatomy
Yesterday I woke up with a throbbing headache, horrible taste in my mouth, and a head full of regrets. I groaned and looked over at the not so familiar face of The Mistake. Right as I was muttering to myself about what an idiot I am, my phone rang. It was Birthday Twin, and he was once again full of apologies. “Hey buddy, I’m so sorry. I lost my phone, I’m sorry we didn’t hang out on Saturday.” I blinked, hoping that The Mistake would somehow disappear but he was real, right down to his boxer shorts and six pack and his arm flopped over my bare chest. “Ughhh, good morning” I grumbled into the phone.
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