i shouldn't be in charge of choosing anyone for myself. ever.
2012-04-22 | 5:11 p.m.
ryan came over, got very drunk and, amongst other things, drunkenly kissed me, told me he wanted me, told me i was pretty, told me he loved me, slept with his arms around me, played the guitar for me (come on, that's always a bad sign), and lost terribly at pictionary.