don't stop til you get enough

i love going out. from getting ready with my friends, making them cocktails that they'll choke down so we don't have to pay the $6+$1 tip, taking the train while talking to random NU students, stumbling into mcdonalds for the much needed bathroom break, hugging close to each other on the dance floor as to avoid potential sukebs, to inhaling garlic pizza on the living room floor from papa romeo's at 4 in the morning with the top button of our skinny jeans undone. i love every second of it. sans the part where i have to run to mcdonalds to avoid crying in my pants...