call me old-fashioned. whatever. but i can't dig them. i really can't.

they were dang collectively annoying. drunk and yeah, annoying. everyone was getting on my nerves and i had extreme difficulty controlling whatever i had to say. no one had to hear or else i'd be bombed.

the night went on and as it did, they even grew more annoying which i thought would never, in a hundred years, have been possible considering they were 20-feet deep in annoyance serum.

i couldn't wait to bust out of the godforsaken place. but no, i had to be a good friend. watch them play. although, it was the single thing that kept me intact. because of that, i missed the bus.

i need to stop doing this, not-knowing-how-to-say-no thing.