Go home, Alyssa.

Dec 28

I THINK WE’RE ALONE NOW.

Wait no, it’s JUST ME.

In true holidalyssa fashion, I am letting dusty mistletoe and my brother playing imaginary beer pong with his girlfriend’s “ball” nose get the very best of me. 

I rarely give in to the general public’s agenda to make me feel miserable about being a single lady (ALL MY SINGLE LADIES!), but I have to say this year the impending new year leaves me wondering if I’m not constructed of complete stone. 

On second thought, I’m probably just getting my period soon.

PS. I’m an inherent genius, yet I make such terrible personal decisions sometimes. GOD I’M SO LITERARY.