I woke up this morning and "The Wood" was on tv. Touche TBS, touche.
So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
It really wasent that hard. The male one had a M and the woman one had a W. I just couldent comprehend that at the time.
Ya know, years from now when that kid is old enough, I'll get to regale him with the story of how I was his father's AND uncle's first gay experience.
Gonna bang his former student. Clearly I am winning this breakup.
Like. I probably should fuck him. I owe him for breaking his thumb.
Can you please tell him to stop calling me ma'am? I'm starting to remember what it's like to have self respect
I'm lowering my standards just so I can get laid, but I draw the line when a guy spells cool kewl
Dunno why I keep hitting snooze. It's never gonna give me the kind of sleep I need to be sober.
New found love of volunteering, when there's free wine available at all times. Good times. And I get to to feel good about helping people.
I HAVE to find her. I've got a pretty decent pic of her footprint on my headboard. Wonder if I can get one of the podiatry majors to help?
I think I have to break up with him. I just cried, not moaned, screamed, etc, cried, with tears of sadness and disappointment when I came.
Executive order 941: BRING ME THE FINEST PANCAKES!
You have got to stop watching the West Wing before going out.
I'm at the back whiskey bar with a 7 and 7 in a winnie the pooh costume. Come find me.
No more bourbon. Sleep now. I may die. Pray for me.
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