day 33

I wouldn’t say I have a bad relationship with alcohol, it’s more... inconsistent. It’s sort of like how I imagine a fuckboi thinks about the fleeting object of his affections. I’ll go months not drinking at all, not even thinking about it or wanting to drink, then come back with a vengeance. My friends have a phrase for such nights. They’re what they call my “go rogue” affairs. You know the kinds of nights, you end up doing something impulsive, regrettable, kiss someone you shouldn’t, take over the playlist at the party and play exclusively Taylor Swift tracks or early J-Lo hits, and proceed to walk up to everyone at the party announcing who you think they are, and whether they would like to join a small dance troop this evening??