I decided to skip accross the pond after 5 days of sightseeing, drinking, dancing, and more drinking while on vacation with my best friend. 8 months later, I boarded the plane a crying mess. It's been two days since I left Philly and my friends and family and I can't help wondering if I did the right thing...but that's just cause I have no one to slap me in the face and tell me to shut up.
I don't think "shy" is a word that can ever be used to describe me, yet out of no where I'm soft spoken and timid. I might need to start carrying a flask around with me to get over my nerves. That is prabably a tell tale sign of alcoholism, but I can only handle being friendless for so long. So tonight I am making myself throw on a shirt that makes my boobs look phenominal and head to a bar to hopefully make some friends or at least some good drinking buddies!
Let the whoring for friends begin....
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Hi VallyDawg,
ReplyDeleteIt must feel strange trying to making new friends. I have a new girl at work and I'm still trying to feel her out and warm up to her.
Thinking back to freshman year, I can't even remember how we met!? Do you remember?