i feel like if I go to the party tomorrow I’m gonna be like…
“hey lady, it’s good to see you.”
“umm, happy birthday. I don’t know you though.”
“hey can you have your friend stop giving me dirty looks? No, okay.”
“umm, you said I was a terrible friend, why are you trying to be cool with me?”
“hey you tried to get with my boyfriend.”
“umm, you did get with my boyfriend.”
And if I end up drinking, and someone is there…
“you’re hot, why do I have a boyfriend?”