Bad Luck
Man, I hurt bad. Robert, he's so dag gone gay. Okay, let me start from the beginning.
They, of course at work, put me on the GAY register. It is so damn BROKE. Then, ... I slammed my hand into the thing. I tell you what, it does hurt. Then Robert, he's like ... "Man, you said you'd wait for me, right? I'm gonna date Jen, see if it works out. If it don't man, it'd be me and you. I know, you said you wouldn't wait long." That shouldn't have even COUNTED. I was intoxicated. I had no idea if I was coming or going. How's a dude gonna profess love for you, wanna marry you, then be like "Let me just make sure there's nothin' between me and Jen". I love Jen to death, so that ain't my problem. How's he gonna open a can of worms like that, and walk away? Well, since I don't like lying ... I'll wait. For a little while. Of course I feel like the other woman, but I'll survive. I'm strong, right? I'm used to being hurt, disappointed. As they say ... men are like toilets. All the good ones are taken, and the rest are full of shit.
But man, my scarring from the Shingles I had about a year ago ... it's hurting man. The nerve damage? My back suddenly started hurting. It's foreign dude. Like, I'm used to pain, but not to that kind. My back rarely hurts (except for breakin' in a new brazer. Ya gals know what I mean) so I'm in pain ... and chillen. My luck is running dry, and I wanna cry. I ain't cried in a while. Maybe I should. Then go see Star Wars. I heard it's good ... though Cassondra beat me to the punch ... she really hates me ... she's just crazy to me. Then again, according to Robert and Chad, "She's just a big whore who ain't been laid in a while." Like ... ew. Anyway ... later.
As Always,
Lindsay
They, of course at work, put me on the GAY register. It is so damn BROKE. Then, ... I slammed my hand into the thing. I tell you what, it does hurt. Then Robert, he's like ... "Man, you said you'd wait for me, right? I'm gonna date Jen, see if it works out. If it don't man, it'd be me and you. I know, you said you wouldn't wait long." That shouldn't have even COUNTED. I was intoxicated. I had no idea if I was coming or going. How's a dude gonna profess love for you, wanna marry you, then be like "Let me just make sure there's nothin' between me and Jen". I love Jen to death, so that ain't my problem. How's he gonna open a can of worms like that, and walk away? Well, since I don't like lying ... I'll wait. For a little while. Of course I feel like the other woman, but I'll survive. I'm strong, right? I'm used to being hurt, disappointed. As they say ... men are like toilets. All the good ones are taken, and the rest are full of shit.
But man, my scarring from the Shingles I had about a year ago ... it's hurting man. The nerve damage? My back suddenly started hurting. It's foreign dude. Like, I'm used to pain, but not to that kind. My back rarely hurts (except for breakin' in a new brazer. Ya gals know what I mean) so I'm in pain ... and chillen. My luck is running dry, and I wanna cry. I ain't cried in a while. Maybe I should. Then go see Star Wars. I heard it's good ... though Cassondra beat me to the punch ... she really hates me ... she's just crazy to me. Then again, according to Robert and Chad, "She's just a big whore who ain't been laid in a while." Like ... ew. Anyway ... later.
As Always,
Lindsay