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i wore thigh-high boots last night and managed to keep my balance in spiked heels, even while drinking.
"do you like my sexy hot boots?"
"um. i just don't really like boots, i guess."
"what?! i was wearing these the first time we met!"
"yah...well...i dated you anyway, didn't i?"
he's impossible to impress sometimes. and then i'll put on a frumpy tshirt and shorts and he tells me how fantastic i look.
brent's playing tommorow night at pete's coffee house in san marcos. i've never been there, but going a few consecutive nights without being in a bar might be nice. i want a tattoo of a painting i found, while brent gets more latin that i found first. memento mori etc...
ask me about texas wine.
"do you like my sexy hot boots?"
"um. i just don't really like boots, i guess."
"what?! i was wearing these the first time we met!"
"yah...well...i dated you anyway, didn't i?"
he's impossible to impress sometimes. and then i'll put on a frumpy tshirt and shorts and he tells me how fantastic i look.
brent's playing tommorow night at pete's coffee house in san marcos. i've never been there, but going a few consecutive nights without being in a bar might be nice. i want a tattoo of a painting i found, while brent gets more latin that i found first. memento mori etc...
ask me about texas wine.