Friday Feb 24, 2006

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Okay, it's time for another unstable, straight-from-the-bar-drunk post of mine that has to do with girls:

Stacy
Rachel
Kimber
Missy
(Elise?)
Veronica
(Patricia?)
(Lajuana?)
(Jessica??)
(Jennifer???)

But, mainly, it's Stacy. Stacy. You're the reason I stare joylessly at my drink. You're the reason I barely make it home alive. You're the reason I get up slowly on cold mornings.

Fuck it. Who am I kidding. I'm the reason. I know that. I know that. It just doesn't help me right now.

It just doesn't help me.
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z_grrl13:
from the sound of things 'The Vodka' planned diet only seems to make things that much worse.

not to mention the fact that you alone at 3 am on a Saturday morning whining into your computer?

not too good, dude...
thefox:
I've been at least one person's Stacy before. I'm not proud of that.

I've also had at least one Stacy... he had me crying, facedown and drunk off my ass, into my ex's carpet. I really think that's the lowest point of my romantic life, right there.

It gets better. Which isn't very helpful right now, but is true, nonetheless.

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