Ketchup
Current Theme: Consistency.
Alright, so I am not dating anyone, blah blah blah the point is... that if it were the case that I had testicles or at least one that was sufficient enough to conjur up the courage to actually speak at girls, I wouldn't. I don't have the emotional groundwork necessary because It has all been exhausted on my friends relational problems. First, Ralston can deep throat... that conversation took a lot out of me, and put a lot into her if you know what I mean.... jk... or AM I? yes, I am, Or am I? Yes. Second, Ralston relationship issues have drained my soul of all of its moderately pleasant attributes. You would think that a consistent conversation about how fucked the world and relationships are would deter someone... but No. It just drains my emotional capacity and makes me envious I am not having relationship problems... except for one... *Obvious* I had about a week straight of emotional bullshit your life is not over and you are better off talk with ralston. Played emtional and conversational ketchup with my other friends for a week, then have had the cycle repeat itself. I don't think I will ever be able to ketchup.
I was playing shyam heads up for 5 dollars no limit and 4 outer'd him to win. It was delicious. During our game I said that a painting or scenery or something was boisterous and realized that it didn't function as a part of the sentence... it didn't check out.
Sometimes I use that thing they taught you in first year algebra... Guess and Check, Plug and Chug, the ol' chew and screw......
Anyway, I do that sometimes in conversation with words instead of numbers. I am divulging a super secret here, so don't use it against me. Sometimes, and in this case, it didn't check out.
For the last week I have been sleeping in Hubbell's room rather than at my house. I like beds more than couches and I like the taste of beer more than I like the smell of pot.
Joe and I are having a halsvies summer, we split the cost of shit and share our money and do all sorts of shit in halsvies form because we are poor and that is how we get trough our empty summers and enjoy ourselves. I like it so far. Also, fuck you, Halvsies checks out.
Saw star wars with 3 super fierce ladies and one that was mediocre.... SLAM DUNK DASHER... I KNOW YOU READ THIS.
Kelley, You are the living end.
I'm spent. Waiting inside for sarah to get back in and tell me why her life is ending so I can go to sleep. I hope it ends soon. Man death would be delicious right now.
Alright, so I am not dating anyone, blah blah blah the point is... that if it were the case that I had testicles or at least one that was sufficient enough to conjur up the courage to actually speak at girls, I wouldn't. I don't have the emotional groundwork necessary because It has all been exhausted on my friends relational problems. First, Ralston can deep throat... that conversation took a lot out of me, and put a lot into her if you know what I mean.... jk... or AM I? yes, I am, Or am I? Yes. Second, Ralston relationship issues have drained my soul of all of its moderately pleasant attributes. You would think that a consistent conversation about how fucked the world and relationships are would deter someone... but No. It just drains my emotional capacity and makes me envious I am not having relationship problems... except for one... *Obvious* I had about a week straight of emotional bullshit your life is not over and you are better off talk with ralston. Played emtional and conversational ketchup with my other friends for a week, then have had the cycle repeat itself. I don't think I will ever be able to ketchup.
I was playing shyam heads up for 5 dollars no limit and 4 outer'd him to win. It was delicious. During our game I said that a painting or scenery or something was boisterous and realized that it didn't function as a part of the sentence... it didn't check out.
Sometimes I use that thing they taught you in first year algebra... Guess and Check, Plug and Chug, the ol' chew and screw......
Anyway, I do that sometimes in conversation with words instead of numbers. I am divulging a super secret here, so don't use it against me. Sometimes, and in this case, it didn't check out.
For the last week I have been sleeping in Hubbell's room rather than at my house. I like beds more than couches and I like the taste of beer more than I like the smell of pot.
Joe and I are having a halsvies summer, we split the cost of shit and share our money and do all sorts of shit in halsvies form because we are poor and that is how we get trough our empty summers and enjoy ourselves. I like it so far. Also, fuck you, Halvsies checks out.
Saw star wars with 3 super fierce ladies and one that was mediocre.... SLAM DUNK DASHER... I KNOW YOU READ THIS.
Kelley, You are the living end.
I'm spent. Waiting inside for sarah to get back in and tell me why her life is ending so I can go to sleep. I hope it ends soon. Man death would be delicious right now.