i miss my house in mississippi, and the people that hung out there... i hate that i don't know anyone here other than my husband, in-laws, and people that work for the in-laws
social interactions here don't seem to work in the same way as they did there, or maybe my defenses are just a lot higher... hormones make me pretty fucking antisocial sometimes
bleh
i need to either :
A) make friends in san francisco
B) find something to do to get out of the house, other than working for in-laws
C) all of the above
social interactions here don't seem to work in the same way as they did there, or maybe my defenses are just a lot higher... hormones make me pretty fucking antisocial sometimes
bleh
i need to either :
A) make friends in san francisco
B) find something to do to get out of the house, other than working for in-laws
C) all of the above
you are now a number one super cool. but i'll fight you for piracy.
I SAW HIM FIRST!!!!!
anyway, he somehow got balls on his poopdeck. . .you really don't want to be hanging out with that kind of ruffian, do you?