I think I regret some of the things I said tonight. Nothing I can't live with but still.
However I don't regret saying this: I herby, solemnly vow to oneday have a consistent, late night party house, where every night, whenever your party sucks or the bars close a little too soon for you, I'll be there.
Hell, I pretty much have that covered already, but why would you want to be here? and why would I want you here?
when I live in a place you would want to come to and I find a consistent enough distraction to allow it I'll let you know.
until then... you're probably passed out anyway. who am i kidding, no one needs an afterhours bar/party house besides me.
The SG site of today reminds me of myself two years ago, whom I hate. The average member, average news post anyway. don't give a fuck about format or model/member trends
I hereby also solemnly vow to be more evil, aka, myself. I'm practicing my "fuck you and go to hell" to make it painfully honest yet non-chalant as possible. When I feel people looking at me, instead of feigning ignorance I will say "what?" in a rude voice. Everyday I'm getting a little better, but better is as subjective a term as any other... not sure how making out fits into this but I'm not doing any of that anyway so it doesn't matter. I can always grow a moustache and tie girls to train tracks but I suppose even then its not like they'd put their tongue in my mouth...
tying boys to train tracks would be a lot funnier anyway,
actually, why did those guys tie girls to the tracks in the first place? jealousy over their proud mounty boyfriends I'm thinking? godamn I want to make out though, all I want is to make out. actually I want to do more than that but all I need is to make out.
FUCK THAT LAST MOUSE IN THE EAR WHY WON'T YOU DIE IN THAT TRAP LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO AND JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I HOPE YOU SUFFER LIKE I'VE SUFFERED ONLY MANIFESTED IN A SPRING RELEASING A METAL BAR TO SNAP YOU LIKE A TOOTHPICK. wish I could construct a hideous trap out of my dried goods cabinet to involve flooding it, pirahnas, then moving walls of spikes and then gasoline and fire. If i didn't have such horrible powers of empathy I would do something horrible to that mouse. live dissection perhaps? no, i've got it. put him in the jar of dead mice alive. perfect.
its important to me that a reward or punishment be exactly as it is deserved.
... i deserve to get laid. by someone awesome.
might as well stay up til the site updates now.
... for no particular reason. any excuse to rock out to depeche mode. stories of old.
However I don't regret saying this: I herby, solemnly vow to oneday have a consistent, late night party house, where every night, whenever your party sucks or the bars close a little too soon for you, I'll be there.
Hell, I pretty much have that covered already, but why would you want to be here? and why would I want you here?
when I live in a place you would want to come to and I find a consistent enough distraction to allow it I'll let you know.
until then... you're probably passed out anyway. who am i kidding, no one needs an afterhours bar/party house besides me.
The SG site of today reminds me of myself two years ago, whom I hate. The average member, average news post anyway. don't give a fuck about format or model/member trends
I hereby also solemnly vow to be more evil, aka, myself. I'm practicing my "fuck you and go to hell" to make it painfully honest yet non-chalant as possible. When I feel people looking at me, instead of feigning ignorance I will say "what?" in a rude voice. Everyday I'm getting a little better, but better is as subjective a term as any other... not sure how making out fits into this but I'm not doing any of that anyway so it doesn't matter. I can always grow a moustache and tie girls to train tracks but I suppose even then its not like they'd put their tongue in my mouth...
tying boys to train tracks would be a lot funnier anyway,
actually, why did those guys tie girls to the tracks in the first place? jealousy over their proud mounty boyfriends I'm thinking? godamn I want to make out though, all I want is to make out. actually I want to do more than that but all I need is to make out.
FUCK THAT LAST MOUSE IN THE EAR WHY WON'T YOU DIE IN THAT TRAP LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO AND JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I HOPE YOU SUFFER LIKE I'VE SUFFERED ONLY MANIFESTED IN A SPRING RELEASING A METAL BAR TO SNAP YOU LIKE A TOOTHPICK. wish I could construct a hideous trap out of my dried goods cabinet to involve flooding it, pirahnas, then moving walls of spikes and then gasoline and fire. If i didn't have such horrible powers of empathy I would do something horrible to that mouse. live dissection perhaps? no, i've got it. put him in the jar of dead mice alive. perfect.
its important to me that a reward or punishment be exactly as it is deserved.
... i deserve to get laid. by someone awesome.
might as well stay up til the site updates now.
... for no particular reason. any excuse to rock out to depeche mode. stories of old.
Anyways.. I'm glad you came out tonight, it was good to see you.