I can see your underwear, possibly because you are just wearing a giant singlet over a bra. Nice bra though.
Yours too.
Oh my god those shorts are to die for. No, I’m serious, I’ll kill myself if you won’t let me in them.
When you lift your shirt like that and expose your ridiculously flat stomach I have to bite the inside of my lip and look away. Do you even realize how beautiful your youth makes you?
Quit hiking that skirt up, did you not hear what I just said?
When I asked for a sandwich I did not expect a French roll.
Which reminds me, I haven’t eaten brie in a while. Mmm, soft cheese.
Its not that I don’t want to see you, its just that I don’t want to spend hours listening to you talk about yourself. Last time we met, you didn’t even ask how I was, just launched into one of your stories.
I’m pretty sure that’s just a man with tits. I’m also pretty sure that the place they work is a front for something.
I’m not calling her again, not after she stood me up and lied to me.
But damnit I want to, just to bask in her reflected beauty.
All of these things are about women. Except for the ones about French bread and brie.
For all the hours that you spent being tattooed, I would spend that same amount of hours and more making sure you were happy.
I just caught myself saying out loud “fuck it I need to get laid”. Why I am telling myself such obvious truths is beyond me.
I should of gone to those drinks, even just to flirt a little bit.
But then again, why would I do that, why would I do that to myself?
Holy shit, Nine Inch Nails are so much better than I gave them credit for. Sorry Matt.
Tonight is a great night for television. Seriously, is this what I’ve been looking forward to?
You know when you see those smacked out junkies on the tram all nodding off with unlit cigarettes between their lips, do you ever get jealous that they are exactly where they want to be and you’re heading to work for some people who you hate?
I do. Very jealous.
With these grey shorts, pink belt and belly I look like a fag from Miami.
I haven’t taken a photo of my penis in a while.
Where does one got to find out if they have tourettes?
Is Mogais’ song “Stupid fuck gets chased by the Police and then loses his slut girlfriend” quite possibly the best track name ever? Also, one of the greatest songs of all time, coincidently.
Just helped a kid rescue a butterfly from the front window. Near broke my damn heart.
Looking up miniature pigs on the internet. Fuck this, I need intimacy STAT.
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