the patron saint of drinking
Tonight my girlfriend and I went to celebrate with a lower case C our friend's coming of age with her tightass parents. it wasn't as bad as all that, actually i sort of enjoy tightass parents. they just like to see you succeed.
faggots.
anyway when we returned home, i told her my deepest darkest secret in exchange for her weight.
gyp
i figured i should start cataloguing my innermost inclinations and altercations once again and opted to create what is commonly known among her and hers as a livejournal.
today, being friday is st. pattie's, which holds significance to me on more than one front. but not really. last year at this time i was in certain turmoil with numerous friends who turned out being my contemporary cronies. today is my exgirlfriends birthday and i think some small irish man bombed a school or saved a kid about a hundred years prior to the first world war.
my girlfriend is perfect for me in so many ways, it almost scares me. i would divulge more on this subject, but she's staring over my shoulder. regardless, i remain the same.
faggots.
anyway when we returned home, i told her my deepest darkest secret in exchange for her weight.
gyp
i figured i should start cataloguing my innermost inclinations and altercations once again and opted to create what is commonly known among her and hers as a livejournal.
today, being friday is st. pattie's, which holds significance to me on more than one front. but not really. last year at this time i was in certain turmoil with numerous friends who turned out being my contemporary cronies. today is my exgirlfriends birthday and i think some small irish man bombed a school or saved a kid about a hundred years prior to the first world war.
my girlfriend is perfect for me in so many ways, it almost scares me. i would divulge more on this subject, but she's staring over my shoulder. regardless, i remain the same.