thirtyseven

i can't begin to tell you how awful my night was. how completely gross it was..how it made me leave the friends i drove back to college to visit and go to a bar by myself and talk to a fucking anarchist.
i can't play the role of the single girl. i never want to, really. i mean .. the single girl ar the bar. i'm the girl with a fucking 9ct square diamond ring on her "don't bother me" finger who only wants to talk to her girlfriends. or you. that's it. [note to self: this is why you don't venture out]

that said [not that that is the half of it], the singular lovely part of my evening was meeting elise and tatum. i'm in a really pissy-pot-pie mood right now, so i can't write about them fairly. so that's coming soon, along with my "it's a small world" plug.

bugger off.