I got really trashed last night, so I did what any normal girl would do in that situation: spent ten minutes pontificating on Slaughterhouse-Five to some guy* before making him drive me home.
I must have hit the improbability button in my sleep this morning, because then he called after I refused to even hug him goodbye, to invite me to the swap meet--the swap meet!--with two of his friends. Me in my wedge heels and pink skirt walking with three of the nicest punks who'll ever kick your ass was not how I imagined my day going when I woke up hungover at 9:30am, but that's what happened.
Did I ever tell you about the time I called my dad crying because my boyfriend had cheated on me? He told me to talk to Karen and promptly handed the phone to her.
*A very nice, socially awkward boy who has a huge crush on me.