Friday, January 27, 2006

 

stained couches, broken toilet paper dispensers, too many cue cards spilling everywhere...

and this is my weekend. the other stuff is not worth mentioning let alone remembering. eggspectations zacs diner starbucks oceania asian... my boyfriend spoils me and he truly believes this will go on forever... what fuckin evah. the instant i get my first paycheque from co op, i am taking him out, slapping his face silly with endangered species caviar and milk-fed veal and wine made from the juiciest grapes to have ever juiced and other expensive food stuffs. just you fucking wait dom.



do we got any macho assholes who snub their noses at "girly" sweet drinks here? i don't understand this concept peoples, please explain. unless you legitimately don't like the taste of sugary drinks. if not, then please explain how cola, which has like four times as much sugar as anything else, is still ok?



and seriously, who cares what it is so long as it gets you good and drunk (and doesn't taste like skunk water)? seriously. my point is this: you fags need to try peach schnapps and cream soda and not make faces at me when i suggest this to you. it's like drinking liquid candy. it's hurt your teeth sweet. and soooooooo good.




so my stomach can't handle more than like one beer recently, clearly not enough for intoximication, and even if i can, i am almost guaranteed to pass out within minutes. before i get the chance to fuck. which leads me to believe: my brain values REM before orgasm, comfort and peace before crazy and fun. therefore, i am a total square and need your squirt of crazy in my life. thank you.



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