bailey

if it wasnt for the red sox, my weekend would have been a disaster.

i fucking blew the engine on my car friday night. freak thing, no ones fault. best part is, i was giving the boy road head when it happened. i've got a lethal blow job apparently.

but i make light, when really i'm fucking S-C-R-E-W-E-D. i live in the middle of nowhere with $150 in my bank account, and no way to get to work. ugh.

letters:
dear david ortiz,
i love you.
love,
bailey

dear car,
rest in piece.
love
bailey

dear bank account,
please grow.
love,
me

dear starbucks pumpkin spice latte,
thank for the warming me up while i drove my mothers car home this morning.
love,
me

dear yankees,
SUCK MY FUCKING COCK!
loathe,
bailey