All at the same time
I love all the purpley wounds on my body. Everytime I take off my clothes, it's like unwrapping a really painful present.
Molly and I revisted the scene of the crime tonight. Seeing the place where my body lay in the dark was pretty sinister.
I love kissing kurt vonnegut.
That sounds like a band name.
It'd be pretty uncool if that was my ssc that molly saw, with a girl that he digs. My little heart would crumble and I turn into water like Amelie.
But I will not defer! I will brazenly seek him out like a brazen hussy!
Speaking of brazen:
Today, at the beginning of my adventures with molly, we decided that we wanted a pack of cigarettes. So we stopped at the citgo, and I went in. Two guys were working the counter, a black guy (with a skullcap!) and a rather nerdy guy. I knew I could work this gig, just by looking at them. I gave them a sweet look, and in a sing-song-y voice, asked them for a pack of pall malls.
"I'd love a pack of pall malls!"
"Well, I'd love to see some ID!"
So I smile an award-winning smile, and say sure. As I fish around for my "ID," I place a pack of (empty) pall malls on the counter. Then I say, "Shug, I left my ID in the car. I can go get it for you."
"Well, sure, I could ring it up here for you if you'd like."
And then, I gave the guy another smile and said, rather [seductively] "I have another way to show that I'm 18, but I don't think it's allowed."
They grinned and said, "Anything is allowed in here, honey."
It's pretty laughable, because then I flashed them my tatoo, when they were expecting something obscene. I laughed my way out of the gas station, thinking about how silly some people with testosterone are.
The end.
Molly and I revisted the scene of the crime tonight. Seeing the place where my body lay in the dark was pretty sinister.
I love kissing kurt vonnegut.
That sounds like a band name.
It'd be pretty uncool if that was my ssc that molly saw, with a girl that he digs. My little heart would crumble and I turn into water like Amelie.
But I will not defer! I will brazenly seek him out like a brazen hussy!
Speaking of brazen:
Today, at the beginning of my adventures with molly, we decided that we wanted a pack of cigarettes. So we stopped at the citgo, and I went in. Two guys were working the counter, a black guy (with a skullcap!) and a rather nerdy guy. I knew I could work this gig, just by looking at them. I gave them a sweet look, and in a sing-song-y voice, asked them for a pack of pall malls.
"I'd love a pack of pall malls!"
"Well, I'd love to see some ID!"
So I smile an award-winning smile, and say sure. As I fish around for my "ID," I place a pack of (empty) pall malls on the counter. Then I say, "Shug, I left my ID in the car. I can go get it for you."
"Well, sure, I could ring it up here for you if you'd like."
And then, I gave the guy another smile and said, rather [seductively] "I have another way to show that I'm 18, but I don't think it's allowed."
They grinned and said, "Anything is allowed in here, honey."
It's pretty laughable, because then I flashed them my tatoo, when they were expecting something obscene. I laughed my way out of the gas station, thinking about how silly some people with testosterone are.
The end.