No one gets jealous
So f*****g awful!
My head was pounding, my muscles were aching, my limbs-- and holy f**k my back. How did I get into this goddamn awful couch? Who made this kind of thing? It was made of a f*****g rock.
I bolted upright, making my head to throb when the realization hit me. I had to squeeze my eyes shut as my vision started to blur and spin. My lips were dry as a desert.
After rubbing my temples a few times, I opened my eyes slowly and looked down. I’m wearing the same clothes yesterday, my shoes were taken off and perfectly aligned atop the chocolate and cream shaggy rug. What the f**k did I do last night? I was sure as hell what I had right now was a hangover.
I looked around at the small living room. It still looked brand new with wood wall paneling, but
