Can't a lady get a meal?
How, precisely, am I any better than my roommate? Allowing someone to feel me up more than I would have if I hadn't been hungry and my food stamps didn't require forever and a day to get fucking validated-- how is that better than what L. does to pay rent?
I hate drunk people mostly because they forget.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Food, like before."
"What do you want?"
"Veggie burger with swiss cheese." (Long pause.)
"You're gorgeous."
"Thanks."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Food."
"What do you want?"
"A veggie burger with swiss cheese would be great." (Long pause. Repeat ad infinitum.)
Eventually I just left. Where the fuck this dude was headed while he was supposed to be ordering my food, I'm ot sure. All I know is suddenly, ramen became appealing again. It's been since boarding school, but eventually you get tired of drunk hands on your waist and are willing to pay 10 cents for a meal.
I hate drunk people mostly because they forget.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Food, like before."
"What do you want?"
"Veggie burger with swiss cheese." (Long pause.)
"You're gorgeous."
"Thanks."
"What are you thinking about?"
"Food."
"What do you want?"
"A veggie burger with swiss cheese would be great." (Long pause. Repeat ad infinitum.)
Eventually I just left. Where the fuck this dude was headed while he was supposed to be ordering my food, I'm ot sure. All I know is suddenly, ramen became appealing again. It's been since boarding school, but eventually you get tired of drunk hands on your waist and are willing to pay 10 cents for a meal.