Ok so update time:
Tuesday I wanted to relax but the Lounge was packed so I partied and 3somed out. Thursday I rocked out with Jill from work. I still find myself unsure if she diggs me or not. Met some of her friends who I know dig me. Friday Fungus Amungus at the Bean. Saturday Sigma Alpha Mu party. If I decide to rush next September I'm almost guaranteed a spot. They luv me. I stopped 2 fights, winged the VP, saved the DJs relationship, got a girl a taxi, and introduced the frat to 3 new drinks. I have been dubbed Uncle Cap because of my wisdom and experience.
Sunday I worked 9-9 straight. I have sworn off alcohol and partying for a tiny bit. I am drained.
Today: Day off. No plans. Laundry, groceries. That's about it. Trying to get a hold of a certain SG to chill sometime. Requests are fallin on deaf ears. No response. O well.
Clock is ticking till B-Day. My boy isn't looking to show. But I got a bunch of people who wanna come so fuck him. He can mope about his breakup on his own. He's a lil pissed at me because I kept it real. I straight out told him next chance I get I'm gonna fuck his girlfriend to see what there is about her that turns Grade A confidence dudes into Fuckmooks. He wasn't pleased at the obvious jibe at his loss of confidence.
Tuff. I know who he is and find this rut unacceptable. You can miss people, cry, and be sad without all that self hate.
Random lyrics of the week:
That you were my first love,
Is just dumb luck.
A technicality.
You were ahead of me.
That you were my first love,
Was just dumb, dumb, stupid luck
A technicality.
You will always be ahead of me.
Why'd I have to
practice on you?
Why'd I have to
practice on your heart?
The Cap is a crooner
Tuesday I wanted to relax but the Lounge was packed so I partied and 3somed out. Thursday I rocked out with Jill from work. I still find myself unsure if she diggs me or not. Met some of her friends who I know dig me. Friday Fungus Amungus at the Bean. Saturday Sigma Alpha Mu party. If I decide to rush next September I'm almost guaranteed a spot. They luv me. I stopped 2 fights, winged the VP, saved the DJs relationship, got a girl a taxi, and introduced the frat to 3 new drinks. I have been dubbed Uncle Cap because of my wisdom and experience.
Sunday I worked 9-9 straight. I have sworn off alcohol and partying for a tiny bit. I am drained.
Today: Day off. No plans. Laundry, groceries. That's about it. Trying to get a hold of a certain SG to chill sometime. Requests are fallin on deaf ears. No response. O well.
Clock is ticking till B-Day. My boy isn't looking to show. But I got a bunch of people who wanna come so fuck him. He can mope about his breakup on his own. He's a lil pissed at me because I kept it real. I straight out told him next chance I get I'm gonna fuck his girlfriend to see what there is about her that turns Grade A confidence dudes into Fuckmooks. He wasn't pleased at the obvious jibe at his loss of confidence.
Tuff. I know who he is and find this rut unacceptable. You can miss people, cry, and be sad without all that self hate.
Random lyrics of the week:
That you were my first love,
Is just dumb luck.
A technicality.
You were ahead of me.
That you were my first love,
Was just dumb, dumb, stupid luck
A technicality.
You will always be ahead of me.
Why'd I have to
practice on you?
Why'd I have to
practice on your heart?
The Cap is a crooner
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in britain they call it a "rom-zom-com"
or a romantic "zombedie"
see it!