Just got home. Drunk. Was meant to go to Santa Ynez to entertain some lameass, too tired, too drunk. If I go out and do this, I need to behave myself. How did this happen? I am afraid of the repercussions of my actions at times. I am not the craziest not the most sane. Where do I exist? I am not sure but somewhere in between i presume. I want to sceam obscenities at those who are fuckheads and want to wrap my arms around those who are lovely. i am not right now. I am not okay. i need to have something that I understand at this moment and that is nothing...
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Now, I get put over your knee? Hmn...never done that....not really my thing as you know. Now if you wanna reverse the roles, I am more than happy to oblige.
It is odd all this action of late. Both innocent and not so innocent. But I am more than happy to have it this way.....if you think of a situation that might get me into more trouble, please throw it out there...I am all ears!