Procrastiblog

Last night, I realised something. I've been realising this for a while and have been vaguely perturbed, but never done anything about it. I was talking to the bar manager about a boy I like (if you know me outside the blogosphere, it's not the one you think), and she said "Why don't you just get drunk with him and fall onto eachother? Isn't that how New Zealand culture is?"

And she's right. And it's worrying. There's none of this awkward few weeks where you're trying to impress them and gauge their interest. It's just a night of booze followed by sloppy sex and the walk of shame. It takes away any anxiety, because even if they're not interested you can just blame it on the alcohol. And that's silly. If you want to do something, just sack up and do it, and deal with consequences later.

After this revelation, I compared abortion to losing a. earring you never really liked. One of my more defining moments if I do say so myself.

Listening to: Daniel Johnston - Peek-a-boo
Feeling: Crappy
Should be: writing an assignment
Wanting: to be done with next week already