The Morning After

Urgh. My head is murder. Is this a hangover? Dull throbbing? Check. The fading desire to upchuck? There it is. Bad decisions? Probably. What even happened last night? Oh God I kissed Denise. Like full on snogged the girl from Chemistry class. The one Nigel called dibs on. Good going me. Yeah, kiss the girlContinue reading “The Morning After”