Instead, I can’t stop thinking about how hungry I am.
A peanut butter and jelly sounds good.
Oooh or a quesadilla.
There were so many chicks at the bar tonight. Way ridiculous.
Stay out of my space and we won’t have a problem.
I just spent 15 minutes in the bathroom plotting my escape. Fucker was blocking my way. Just chilling by the door knob. I mean…have some courtesy.
After practising my plan, I killed it, quickly threw the double Kleenex (for my protection) away, and rushed out.
I did all of this while silently screaming.
Finally came. Didn’t help that I’ve pretty much killed my bullet and it kept going out. Took a while and now I feel meh. How unsatisfying.
Fuck. I forgot I still had make up on.
So…I was watching porn and it just wasn’t doing it for me. I got bored. Quite sad.
I went to a wedding. It was nice. Except it was really hot, but beer helped. Lots of cute guys. The flower girl sat on a chain between two posts and one of them fell over and hit her forehead. Blood everywhere. She had to leave to get stitched up. Poor girl. The groom stepped on my foot. It’s bruised and hurts like…a lot. Wearing flip flops=no es bueno. My sister got super drunk which annoyed me, but my mom was driving so it was all good. We got In-n-Out on the way home. Saw one of my friends working the drive thru. The End.
Also, it was my father’s birthday. I didn’t call him. I’m not sure if I feel bad or not. I’m leaning towards not.
I am going to take out my contacts and then make a sundae.
Possibly watch a movie.