I have a problem.....

....but at least I can admit it. No, it's not my alcohol addiction, smoking problem or my constant and sometimes dangerous use of drugs, it's making out with random Brits. Yes, last night I went home with a British man. To be a little more fair to myself, I did know him before from my summer abroad in Oxford. He worked there, and we were just a little more than acquaintances. We meet last night for pints at a pub. There were at least 6+ pints of cider involved per person. He's not seriously attractive, but I was seriously drunk. Apparently I can't control myself after multiple pints and when there's an English accent involved. This happened last week as well. The only difference was that he came home with me and was more attractive, but that's the only reason I brought him home as opposed to me going to his place. But I am out of fucking control. I've always been an Anglophile, but this is too far. I really need to stop. I'm afraid I will contract some crazy British STD like Herpeshire of the mouth. Get it? I added a "shire" to the end of "herpes". Well, I thought it was clever as hell. So fuck off. Honestly, who knows though. I'm getting nervous. But then I really do need to live it up with as many English men as possible, while I'm still here. So far it's been three English men, one Irishman and then another Polack or something of that sort.

Ok, well I'm glad I got that off my chest because I needed to tell someone and my parents really aren't the audience I was looking for.