PUT AWAY THOSE FIERY BISCUITS
Graduation last night was very short and sweet, followed by many hours of free drinks and increasingly heated snooker competitions. Somehow I ended up making out with a gay guy, which wouldn't be so odd except that THIS HAPPENS A LOT. I've kissed far too many gay men, or far too many gay men have kissed me, whichever :P I'm not ranting about it in a 'I'm so shit hot I turn gay men straight' sort of way, it's just frustrating. There's no real possibility for further action when you're locking lips with a gay man. I want some kisses with potential plz kthx.
I had a chat with one of the suits and somehow we ended up talking about how we collected rocks as children. It's amazing how conversations can lead to the most obscure topics. Anyway I digress. Last night was for the win, and now I'm going to make some bolognaise now and scoff it down with generous splishy splashies of wine.
ps - I saw a silver sedan with lettering on the back window that read 'BATTLESTAR SUBURBIA'. I snorted so hard I have hurt my innards.
I had a chat with one of the suits and somehow we ended up talking about how we collected rocks as children. It's amazing how conversations can lead to the most obscure topics. Anyway I digress. Last night was for the win, and now I'm going to make some bolognaise now and scoff it down with generous splishy splashies of wine.
ps - I saw a silver sedan with lettering on the back window that read 'BATTLESTAR SUBURBIA'. I snorted so hard I have hurt my innards.