Homewrecker: Asian Edition

I admit it: I haven't been the most Goody-Goody Two Shoes I can possibly be. I mean, I've partied. Drank. Smoked. You know, College Student Stuff. But what happened the night before...was an entirely brand new level of Badness. Hell, I surprised myself. I really think I did not have it in me.

SHIT.

Oh well. It happened. In a car. At midnight. On the House of China II parking lot located across a well-lit Huddle House from which people could file out, turn around, and spot two silly little adolescents sucking face in an innocent-looking Chrysler.

SHIIIIIIIIIIIT.

I'm not the one at fault @_@ He should be the one at fault. He's the one with "prior commitments," not me. NOT ME. NOT MEEEEEE. Also, I'm dwelling on this too much. Why am I dwelling on this so much? It wasn't awkward the next day. We didn't do anything *too* out of bounds. I should just forget this whole thing ever occurred. Right?

HE WORKS FOR MY MOTHER O______________O

Now I remember why I'm freaking out. Shitty McShit. SHIT. And ASS.

This wasn't supposed to happen. I turn into Ugly Chinese Girl when I go home. At college, I'm hot. In Georgia, I'm really really not. This does not make sense. White redneck males in rural Georgia don't go for liberal freewheeling Asian girls like me. Can somebody explain this to me?!?!?!?!

Pretty please?