Bad decisions.

I'm no Picasso may or may not have fallen head over heels in love tonight. Let's wait for the sober hours to set in before we decide. But any guy who can promise "24 hour piston time" and convince me to move to Africa to do volunteer work nearly in the same breath has got to be worth looking into.

Most probably, ladies and gents, I made a real soulmate of a friend tonight. And I didn't mind walking home in the rain, and I hope he won't mind going to his early morning English exam reeking of cigarette smoke and booze. As he chose to explain it, sometimes bad decisions are good decisions. Always keep that in mind, kids.

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