so i’m not hungover…and that’s a good thing, right?
right?
yeah, so, okay…whatever.
it’s cold, i’m cold…damnit. gym was okay but ultimately i cannot think of anything else except for john. how fucked up is that? he’s like…infesting my every waking thought. blah.
in other news…i’m a rum and monkey whore.
also known as:
I’m an irredeemably eejitous, liberal, tight as fuck, pathetically simple-minded, dribbling child!
See how compatible you are with me!
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
which makes some modicum of sense, since john says that i have a lot of growing up to do…isn’t that so observant and wonderful of him to say? yes…i thought so too…
of course he admitted that he might have some growing up to do as well…will wonders never cease!?
