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Jul 28, 2007 01:18

Doode
I can now say, oh so officially, that I have been on my own for a year. I don't know why I'm thinking about that now. I mean, I've known that for almost two weeks. I moved out on the fifteenth of last july. It's now the twenty-eighth. Whatever. I'm on my own still. It's been pretty good. I'm real happy with everything. Coming home and drinkin wine with some peeps by a fire with a death wish seems to make it all real. I don't know. I'm drunk-ish. I'm in love too. All night the thought process has been "damn, I got a pretty bomb life" and "damn, I really want to fuck ben right now. Or at least sit on his lap and kiss and goo goo ga ga" It's great, guys. I mean come on. Nothing better huh? Plus I have finally gotten what everybody is jawing on about with American Apperal. I have never bought a bra that I liked better than the one from American Apperal. The rest of their shit is far too 'everywhere' for my taste but damn, thiis bra, I'll tell you. Perfect for not quite A cup girls like moi'.
Man. I love love and I love my place and my cats and wine and my friends which are incidently my family and my bed and my medicine and my boyfriend and, well, my life, I guess.
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