missmyla

Okay, so I lied. I went out last night. I should've stayed home to study, but it was PatrickY's birthday celebration, so I really wanted to go. I saw some good people, saw some great boobies (with the exception of one set that had a pair of legs attached to them that just walked around the stage), and had some fabulous drinks (Jim is the best).

I don't know how much I had to drink last night. One minute I'm saying good-bye to the group, and the next thing I know, I'm on the couch with my shirt pulled up to my neck with the boy hovering over me with his penis.

All in all, it was a good night