Ew.
So drunk I slept with socks on.
The worst.
Rose
Those 7 glasses of rose at the holiday party were great, especially the part where I talked my whole office into believing that Aidan is a better man than Big any day.
I wish I was Trish Keenan.
I wish I was joking:
Last night this old man would not stop hitting on me at a local bar. Finally after I was forced to attempt drowning by ingesting forty-seven beers, he tells me, “Hey ya know what? You could be a model or somethin’…yeah a model. You know who you remind me of…that Blossom chick. Yeah she is hot. Are you from Tennessee? Because you look like a ten to me.”
Someone please kill me.
Roast Be(ast)ef.
Why is roast beef so fucking tastey? Seriously, this is a meat I often neglect at the expense of my mouth’s enjoyment. The roast beef love affair was re-kindled last night, well this morning around 3:30. My desire was so strong I woke up and took a bus just to get a roast beef sandwich.
Love. Sweet love. Roast beef…you are it.
I’m an ass
Ive neglected the blog too long. Im back world.
"Boys are stupid. Boys are dumb. Most of the time they cannot make you come."
— myself
Hello, I love you.
