Then What Is It That You Call Love?
In light of recent events concerning the women problems of Kegan, Robey, and I, we decided to get very, very drunk last night. So we did. Along with Gunther, Emily, Garret, Colette, Randal, Ahn, and thses two jock guys (one a real lightweight). I had nearly a whole bottle of Bailey's and a fair amount of everything else, along with about four bowls of the Hookah (too tired to give a damn about spelling). I was drunk and woozy. There was no drama. Good times.
That was the flip side to today, which I am not even going to go into, but let's just say women suck.
I suppose I am becoming a cold-hearted bastard. Tragic, almost. Yeah, well, I am tired of trying to make everyone happy all the time. Look how far being any sort of a nice guy got me in love. Not too damn far, eh? So fuck it.
Just time to be straightforward. And be damned if I don't
Dorming soon, as with school.
-Owen
That was the flip side to today, which I am not even going to go into, but let's just say women suck.
I suppose I am becoming a cold-hearted bastard. Tragic, almost. Yeah, well, I am tired of trying to make everyone happy all the time. Look how far being any sort of a nice guy got me in love. Not too damn far, eh? So fuck it.
Just time to be straightforward. And be damned if I don't
Dorming soon, as with school.
-Owen