this is what you do

a story of a girl i know

You get dressed up and you go out. You feel awesome you look awesome. Things are good. You have a couple drinks. You dance. You drink some more. You dance on the bar. You get cigs. You go to an after party. You think you’re cool. You dance some more. You take a cab home cause your feet hurt now. You pop a handfull of tylenol and B50′s before bed. You sleep a couple hours. You wake up feeling hung. You get your self out of bed and grab something from the floor to wear to the office. You bike to work and hope it makes you feel better. It does a little. You prey that you can make it through the day. You tell your boss that you don’t feel like it. You get a gatorade, fierce grape. You drink it and it comforts you. You throw in the towel at noon and you go home. You go to sleep. You wake up feeling better. You get your hair done before the night comes again. You go out. You have fun. You have a drink and you dance. You do it again.