pantsonfire

celebrate when something hits you in the face like i got hit in the face last night. the hard work's paying off and i no longer feel like an armadillo in the headlights in texas when the horseflies circle the wagons around the fantasy carcass. be proud to wear that borrowed shirt, at least last night's bar-smoke won't effect your crusade to smell good. we rolled around on memory foam to a mix cd that made itself, she admitted that hugs are nessecary and we had a four hour one. blueberry strawberry peanut butter smoothies from an orange juice base and almost late for work equals one of the best nights ever; even though the equipment wouldn't work for us.