Right around 11:30
Sad, so sad. It feel like my fucking computer screen is my best friend right now. Everynight, I sit here. Bored. Alone. Me and .......fuck it I will call my computer Becky. Me and Becky. Maybe Becky is that girl in my dreams. Her large 19 inch LCD display eyes stare back into mine so longingly. I stare back, thinking to myself "fuck. have you even tried to go find a girlfriend?" Then Becky gets jealous. Sorry becky, I know you can read all of this, I can see it in your eyes that you know what Im saying.
You fickle bitch.
just tell her you pussy.
You fickle bitch.
just tell her you pussy.