Three hours until the start of my vacation. A little more than 48 hours before I get inked.
Damn I'm hyper. I want to run outside and dance but well, the muddy ground isn't conducive to that, and besides, I really *do* have to work. When did I become such a responsible adult? Actually, come to think of it, when I did become dissatisfied with being a responsible adult? I need to get a grip.
I'm going to chalk it up to cabin fever. Spring is in the air. I can smell it. Now I want to celebrate it properly, pagan-style.
Who wants to fuck?
Damn I'm hyper. I want to run outside and dance but well, the muddy ground isn't conducive to that, and besides, I really *do* have to work. When did I become such a responsible adult? Actually, come to think of it, when I did become dissatisfied with being a responsible adult? I need to get a grip.
I'm going to chalk it up to cabin fever. Spring is in the air. I can smell it. Now I want to celebrate it properly, pagan-style.
Who wants to fuck?
...or the line for the fucking?