three thirty in the morning, alone in the apartment. silly soundtrack music on. drinking hot herbal/flowery/licoricy tea with lemon and good bourbon. sleeeeepy.
this weekend has been waiting, wondering whether or not i'm going to be graduating. the ball's in their court. my hope is that they don't see my name on it, laugh, and puncture it with a rusty screw they found under the bleachers...
this weekend has been waiting, wondering whether or not i'm going to be graduating. the ball's in their court. my hope is that they don't see my name on it, laugh, and puncture it with a rusty screw they found under the bleachers...
good luck with the graduation.
Hell no, I'm not bluffing. I love guns. Love 'em.
Do you shoot?
Take me shooting after you're done graduating.