While my roommates are gone seeing The Hunger Games, what if I listened to Flo Rida/Sia’s “The Wild Ones”

on repeat for the remainder of the night and danced around in my apartment while getting completely smashed on the bottle of whiskey I bought with the failed intention of becoming one of those People Who Sip Whiskey and then when they get home I’ll be half naked on the couch playing Draw Something and still listening to “Wild Ones” and screaming, “HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THAT I’M ONE OF THE WILD ONES NOW?”