Unrealistic Promises I'm Making Today
I will not start drinking shots.
I will not hit on the cute guys.
I will not remove my clothing or anyone else's.
I will not allow my Texas accent to come out while talking to the Southern boys.
I will not start singing showtunes at the top of my lungs on the street with MAK, PatCH and Bob.
I will not tell everyone my naked Celine Dion story.
I will not talk endlessly about rugby.
I will not get all moody about the fact that most of these guys have boyfriends and I don't.
I will not forget everyone's real names and just refer to them by their blog names.
I will not repeat the bathroom incident.
I will not do the boat race, beer slide or elephant walk at the rugby party.
I will not watch the 'who's got the biggest dick' contest that will likely happen at the rugby party.
I will not act like a drunk frat boy.
I will not vomit.
I will not make fun of anyone who vomits.
Realistic Promises I'm Making Today
I will wake up tomorrow with a blinding hangover and a dread fear of what will get posted on Monday.
Please remember . . . what happens at the blogger party stays at the blogger party.
iTroll
2 days ago
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