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I stood around bored while he talked to a sales guy about a particular bike of interest at the motorcycle store. He shook at his wrists as we left, "I'm so excited about it babe, like, turned on!" I laughed, assuming he was jesting. "Let's go home and have sex!” he gambled. I declined; I felt more like Mexican food at the moment. So what…I reach over, bemused, to see if he really is turned on and clearly he was. He claims he thought at that moment of "taking me home and throwing me around", but we were talking motorcycles. Barf.
I want to go over seas. I want to do something good for humanity. I want to stop eating these birth control hormones that aren't mine because they make me feel so evil. I hate my fucking job and everyone that works here. Every day goes by and feels wasted. I feel trapped. And I'm getting older.
there are some things i used to be, wont you find the will to remind me...
I want to go over seas. I want to do something good for humanity. I want to stop eating these birth control hormones that aren't mine because they make me feel so evil. I hate my fucking job and everyone that works here. Every day goes by and feels wasted. I feel trapped. And I'm getting older.
there are some things i used to be, wont you find the will to remind me...