So I'm sitting here...in sweats...at my friend's house. It's friday night...and I am in sweats...sitting here...at a friend's house...who is a girl. Noooooo man in sight. *sigh* One friend has on a hair bonnet, so she is CLEARLY not going any where tonight and the other friend is knitting. I don't know if it is a sweater or a scarf. It is too early in the stages of knitting to tell I guess. It is only 10 something. Very early. Early enough to go out. And yet I am sitting here...in sweats...at a friend's house...who is a girl...not a man...and I am drinking moscato. I am tipsy which only means I feel like sexually harassing a man...until he feels unsafe...and awkward...because he feels unsafe due to a girl...that actually wants to sexually harass him. Maybe I should stop drinking this moscato...but I shall not. I will continue to sip and think about going home and not move to actually begin the process of going home. *sigh* I guess this is what moscato and repressed sexual desire will do to you. Too much info? I don't give a fuck. This my blog. I'll write what I want. The shit warned you about this blog anyway. You had to accept the warning before you could start reading the post right? Yea...so shut the fugg up. Ok, I'm getting a little belligerent. My bad. I'm frustrated, ok? I'm sitting here...in sweats..at my friend's house..who is a girl...on a Friday night...without a person that I actually WANT to boolove with. And the only things that keeps playing in my mind is:
1. Is this life?
and
2. Damn, I'm bout to run out of 'scato
*sigh* Tomorrow will be better. I actually have plans...BUT right now its a huge disgusting WOMP WOMP. I think I'll go home now...as soon as I sober up. This is too much...simply too much.
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