twistedkittenfur

I feel like I'm going through withdrawal, I miss something that I can't put my finger on. but it's warm in ga. I'm really done with drinking for quite a while. I feel a lot of anger towards ppl that are supposed to be my best friends, but some kind of relief that I made it home. I'm pretty sure I'm going to go crawl in a hole and growl at anyone who might try and touch me or speak. But I love attention. I just feel betrayed, I don't like being left in a busy fucking club that I didn't want to go to in the first place. I need less bitchy gay men......do they make those?
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but I felt fucking cute in san fran so here's a vain shot of me YAY vanity
and heres some more just cuz
and if you look hard at the last one you can see all the beer I consumed the night before and a grapefruit tree. yay california.