It hit me like a ton of bricks but also flew right past me. It was a Friday night. My roommate and I were at one of our favorite parties appropriately, or disgustingly, called Sweat Haus (which more than lives up to its name). After sweating our lives away to the atmospheric sounds of house mixed with hip hop and old-school R&B, it was the last call so we decided to get taco truck tacos and then head home to blissfully dive drunkenly into bed.
"What's It Like Being A Hot Girl?"
"What's It Like Being A Hot Girl?"
"What's It Like Being A Hot Girl?"
It hit me like a ton of bricks but also flew right past me. It was a Friday night. My roommate and I were at one of our favorite parties appropriately, or disgustingly, called Sweat Haus (which more than lives up to its name). After sweating our lives away to the atmospheric sounds of house mixed with hip hop and old-school R&B, it was the last call so we decided to get taco truck tacos and then head home to blissfully dive drunkenly into bed.