Self-Loathing Nighttime Conversations

You will hate this.

This is where I store scraps of conversations that I have with people in New York City. Because I sorta hate myself, most of these conversations are with or about girls. Most scenes take place in bars or beds.

I warned you.

No Fun

Me: I made the mistake of showing you my Tumblr while drunk last night.
Her: I remember.
Me: I'm sorry.
Her: Why are you trying to go all Gould-Lodwick on me?