- It's official. I've moved into the "Rad Bachelor Pad" with my buddy Sean, a.k.a. "Peanut" (a.k.a. "Big Peanut" or "B.P.," which can also stand for "Big Pimpin.'") He's teaching me how to smell delicious.
- I love slumber parties with this girl. I also love friend dates.
- I have never been so petrified in my life, in all senses of the the term, terrified and paralyzed, antiquated and static. I have no job and am not in school for the first time of my life. This is crucial. What if I can't survive without the comforting cadence of semesters and finals? Transition sucks.
Where is:
- my job?
- where is it?
- Also, I missed my one year anniversary with myself and will now have to play some passive aggressive maneuvers and deny myself sex for a while. At least until I appologize and buy myself flowers or something to make up for it. I keep promising, "As soon as I get some income, baby, then it'll be a real treat."
- At least I smell divine.
Edit, bitches:
- I love slumber parties with this girl. I also love friend dates.
- I have never been so petrified in my life, in all senses of the the term, terrified and paralyzed, antiquated and static. I have no job and am not in school for the first time of my life. This is crucial. What if I can't survive without the comforting cadence of semesters and finals? Transition sucks.
Where is:
- my job?
- where is it?
- Also, I missed my one year anniversary with myself and will now have to play some passive aggressive maneuvers and deny myself sex for a while. At least until I appologize and buy myself flowers or something to make up for it. I keep promising, "As soon as I get some income, baby, then it'll be a real treat."
- At least I smell divine.
Edit, bitches:
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jtemperance:
I'll buy a bottle of whiskey, but we'd have to find somewhere that'd let us drink our own...
wildswan:
Where's my be_elzebe?