date sucked.
turned out to be a mall punk in real punk clothing.
blathered on about her ex for three hours.
i made inapropriate jokes,and did a lot of shots.
might as well get into necrophilia.
would be lots more exciting than my last four dates.
garuntee they'd be better conversationalist.
fucked up and fucked.
you'll have that.
turned out to be a mall punk in real punk clothing.
blathered on about her ex for three hours.
i made inapropriate jokes,and did a lot of shots.
might as well get into necrophilia.
would be lots more exciting than my last four dates.
garuntee they'd be better conversationalist.
fucked up and fucked.
you'll have that.

I have felt that way so many times.
I think I always pick the wrong type of boy