Just wait till I pull out my nine.
I'm drinking a Harvey Wallbanger. I gotta say it's pretty good. I actually just finished one and went and made another. I wonder if my alcoholism will ever get so bad that I'll start sneaking around vodka in my purse and popping into public bathrooms to swig enough to get me through the next half hour.
I went to Laura's house again last night. We drank more and played less games. Not much else to say about it. I shared her bed with one of her guy friends. It was totally innocent but I still kinda layed there and wondered about if he had a hard on or not. I'm pretty vain cus I think I would want any guy who slept next to me to have a hard on. Obviously not my dad etcetera. Anyway, I was thinking about all the girls in the world and all the times they laid there and wondered about whether or not a guy laying next to them was hard or not. I was thinking wouldn't it be wonderful if you could somehow tune out everything else in the world and all that would resonate within you was the sound of ladies silently debating the potential hardness of their bedmate.
I have always been a narrator.
I often think that what I want to do is save up a bunch of money and then go buy a cheap trailer somewhere out in the country in PEI and how I'll paint the whole outside of the trailer with mermaids and how people will drive by and think that whoever lives there is eccentric. Then I think that once all the mermaids were painted I'd be pretty bored. |
0 comment(s):
Post a comment
<< Home