geekwithaguitar

so i ended up going home for thanksgiving. my mom couldn't make it up here for a multitude of reasons. but, she bought me my very own bottle of Knob Creek bourbon (that's some high dolla' shit) to keep at her house for whenever i need it. wooo! PLUS she gave me all of her old records (how cool is that!?!?). SHE HAS AN ORIGINAL COPY OF PETER FRAMPTON'S "FRAMPTON COMES ALIVE!" FUCK YEAH! ha ha ha. anyway, why are girls mean? and i don't mean that outright, sorority-girl-style bitchiness. i mean the subtle mind-fucking that all the nice guys in the world are subjected to. and i've never understood the logic of ignoring a girl to make her want you more....sorry for the rant, but there's a girl who's been breakin' my balls all semester and i'm just tired of it. fuck her. her loss.