Sunday, June 03, 2007
Springtime
I am so fucking sick of living with 5 girls. Most of whom are just self-absorbed drama queens who love to cry almost as much as they love America's Next Top Model. I'm not sure which is worse. Watching girls cry, or watching girls watching girls cry.
I need testosterone. I need my friends. I have mostly well-wishers, in that they don't wish me any specific harm. Yet.
I need to not feel pressured to keep dumb conversations about who the fuck knows. I need to get outside of downtown.
I need to get blackout drunk on Big Sleaze concoctions.
Well, my wishes will come true. I'm making a trip down South and the end of June. June 22-July 2 to be exact. And not a moment to soon. I've seen every episode of Sex and the City. Every fucking one of them.
I need testosterone. I need my friends. I have mostly well-wishers, in that they don't wish me any specific harm. Yet.
I need to not feel pressured to keep dumb conversations about who the fuck knows. I need to get outside of downtown.
I need to get blackout drunk on Big Sleaze concoctions.
Well, my wishes will come true. I'm making a trip down South and the end of June. June 22-July 2 to be exact. And not a moment to soon. I've seen every episode of Sex and the City. Every fucking one of them.
