BYOB.

Bring Your Own Boost.
Plans are nothing without your boost. What boosts you?
Being tenacious is nothing without follow-through. Being right is nothing without the right questions.

Olivia steps off the car. She's wearing fishnet stockings, badass black boots and a black shirt that's barely long enough to cover her. She walks into the club and looks around. Her sidekick is by her side, her friends greet her. She orders a beer from the bar, she smokes a cigarette, she mingles. At 2:30am, she leaves and makes her way to Hollywood Boulevard to her favorite late-night eatery, it's packed with douche-bags. Her friend and sidekick is having a hard time getting all these morons to leave them alone. It's ridiculous. She says 'ignore them', they order french fries and sodas. They ask for their names, they give them fake ones and smile, then look away. It's late, 4am. Time for bedtime. Time for sleep. Time for leaving the land of nothing and entering the land of dreams.

Sleep on. BYOB. Don't look back.

*Currently listening Time to Pretend, MGMT*