spike your hair up in a gay quiff, wear 80's clothes and you're the spitting image of this guy i hang around with (who always pouts when he dances, like not just in nightclubs, even in his fucking living room)
Me all dull and boring and lonely and hung over and twenty minutes away from the next drink by the Berlin wall.
Me with housemate, think we were both drunk. i was a little off my face as well. bout ten minutes away from the next drink. Looking at my jeans, i think i forgot to wear a belt *_*