Most heterosexual people in this country, and around the world, meet each other, and get together with one another when they’re totally, totally drunk. Smashed out of their minds, they could not spell their own face. And they go home with that person! And you might spend months with that person, or a year, or you might have a family! This is what happens, this is how you meet.
But you wouldn’t buy a toaster when you’re drunk.
Anonymous asked: who r u?
formerly abandoned first paragraph of future novel, found in my gmail drafts