Angsty bullshit.
God. I'm worried, frustrated, pissed, angry, bitter, and as Caitlin put it: "In a pickle... with extra vinegar."
Er. This shit is still bothering me a day later. I ranted to Tory last night (like I always do). Tory hears every rant I've ever produced. Whether it be about Latin America, sexual frustration, girls, boys, friends, hookups, computers, jobs, family, George W., he's heard it all. Thanks for always listening, Tory.
Same with mis gatitos. Oh hell, they get a lot of them too. Especially face to face. Thank you, babies.
Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. I'm even starting to sound vague. I'm usually blunt. Well fuck.
Er. This shit is still bothering me a day later. I ranted to Tory last night (like I always do). Tory hears every rant I've ever produced. Whether it be about Latin America, sexual frustration, girls, boys, friends, hookups, computers, jobs, family, George W., he's heard it all. Thanks for always listening, Tory.
Same with mis gatitos. Oh hell, they get a lot of them too. Especially face to face. Thank you, babies.
Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. I'm even starting to sound vague. I'm usually blunt. Well fuck.