Normally i stay put when i'm drunk. I can't even collect my mail or take out the trash. Many issues come to mind here. I mean i'm not even wearing a bra! My therapist coins it mild agoraphobia.
Tonight i did it all, in my Binghamton gingham shorts in forest green and navy. And my mint J. Crew tank.
As i was stumbling back to my measly apartment, or, as revealed by JD, what the white folks would call a "rinky dink" apartment, i thought, hey, this i gotta do ALONE, no matter where i am.
It could be empowering, but it's not.
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