Man my grades for the semester read like an old school nintendo code. ABBA. Eh 13 credit hours 2 jobs...lips permantly glued to a bong. (although that last ones not entirely true...dad found my bong in its hidey hole, emptied it, put it a plastic bag, smashed the holly hell out of it, put it back where he found it and didn't say a thing.) So i've had a makeshift pipe the last 2 days. I'll be shoping and making a purchase this weekend with the little wealth i've accumulated busting balls in all. Bitch part, next thursday is D-DAY for me, so bobby may inherit this sooner than expected. I can't tell what worries me more honestly; the final outcome of my legal woes, or the prospect of seeing that face i keep seeing every damn time I blink...I'd cut off my eyelids i swear it if it meant i'd get any sleep. Christ even worse for me would be if she brought her family and b/f along with her for moral support. That would just unfairly pluck at some strings, justifably so considering i've done the same. And i don't know if i could resist the urge to give that fucker a good trouncing to prove i'm the alpha male. All this shit over a 10week fling?
If i could ask her anything at this point.... I'd say
"wear brighter colors"
If i could ask her anything at this point.... I'd say
"wear brighter colors"