That's not a model, I'm a model! that would be my friend Nic, also known as Sexy Nic, while I am Cool Nick. I'd prefer to be cool anyway. Not that this is a declaration of coolness or anything.
I got back-to-back deuces playing disc today, but aside from those I didn't even get par.
I did the dozen beers today, which I don't really consider a relapse of any sort because it's my fucking second day off in a row, and everybody's gotta let loose, right? Right? Right?
right
Besides, it's over the course of nearly 16 hours. I know how to maintain.
She finally comes to see me and I don't even show her my room. It's so pretty, too. I cleaned it all up, made my bed, compacted my collection of various throwaways, et cetera et cetera. I just forgot to show off my purple-and-green kingdom. So proud. So proud.
benchwarmer sittin courtside, dormant for a fortnight
if I could knit, I would have knit it for you, you know