Great night last night. Bad morning. Great nights seem to attract bad mornings. I wasn't drunk in the bar until the d.j. played Thowing Muses. Golden Thing from the Real Ramona. The BEST. I was overjoyed and drank more beer. Erin yelled things at me all night, I love you, you're so fucking hot...things like that. I don't remember much after that.
It's my weekend off. This was the slowest fucking week in the history of slow weeks. I'm so glad it's over.
It's my weekend off. This was the slowest fucking week in the history of slow weeks. I'm so glad it's over.
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now if only i could hear that heavy breathing
have a good weekend gorgeous.