Trying to write but I feel so listless knowing where my friends are this weekend. I want to be with them. With him. I miss him so fucking much, I just want to see him again.
Y'all ever risk it all to check out a man's ass, discover he has zero ass, and then get caught looking by his gf anyway? Because that happened to me this weekend and I feel SO bad. 😅
BEHOLD!!! My newest creation: Dallas Whitlock. Coffee slinger, Skinny Puppy fan, smoocher of FBI agents. (Please excuse the pose this is for my ref sheet)
Last night, in some sort of fugue state, I wrote 2k words in one sitting. Did not move from my chair. Did not look away from my document. I re-read it this morning and wow it is absolute unusable garbage. Like what was I even thinking this is so bad.
I picked the name of a band member I liked (Gordon) as a joke and then it just kind of....stuck.
Also worth noting that middle names are totally unnecessary and you don't have to have one, so if you can't come up with something that's fine too.
There isn't a third fucking road. The third road leads to your death. Your imprisonment. Your very existence becoming illegal. You're all insane and we're all fucked.
Y'all ever like a show so much so quickly that you consider getting a related vanity plate only a couple days after you start watching it?
No? Just me?
....that's fine.
I HAVE NEVER MET A DRUNKER MAN IN ALL MY LIFE.
It was great though. He was very sweet and very chatty and he gave me a big hug. We talked about our matching gloves.