I know how much you all love reading about my life.
SO, I might as well fill you in on all of it- no matter how mundane it may seem.
Where to begin?
So, I rolled out of bed today, and worked. Literally all day.
Tried texting all of my recent cohorts- gangster (who, never replied. Tattoo a tear drop right on my heart, why don't you?), Mr. Oldschooltruck (too busy with friends to return my scarf or meet up for a quick makeout session) AND Baked Potato Tramp Stamp.
Okay, So I didn't text BPTS.
The wound is too fresh! Besides. He wouldn't have responded anyways.
Long story short, here I am. Sitting at home in the wee hours of the morning, listening to Duran Duran and feeling sorry for myself.
I am rarely lonely.
Usually, my feelings of loneliness are mistaken for feelings of horniess.
But, as I sit here, gnawing on this banana muffin...I can't help but feel oddly alone.
AND IT STINKS!
SO, I might as well fill you in on all of it- no matter how mundane it may seem.
Where to begin?
So, I rolled out of bed today, and worked. Literally all day.
Tried texting all of my recent cohorts- gangster (who, never replied. Tattoo a tear drop right on my heart, why don't you?), Mr. Oldschooltruck (too busy with friends to return my scarf or meet up for a quick makeout session) AND Baked Potato Tramp Stamp.
Okay, So I didn't text BPTS.
The wound is too fresh! Besides. He wouldn't have responded anyways.
Long story short, here I am. Sitting at home in the wee hours of the morning, listening to Duran Duran and feeling sorry for myself.
I am rarely lonely.
Usually, my feelings of loneliness are mistaken for feelings of horniess.
But, as I sit here, gnawing on this banana muffin...I can't help but feel oddly alone.
AND IT STINKS!
the_matt79:
That does stink, hope it gets better.
mk47:
dopes