i've been hanging out with my extended family. working on not being so extended.
coming home was lonely.
i ain't gonna lie.
but i wanted to say something. so i did.
now i'm gonna go sleep off my sunday night drinking fit. [i wasn't drinkin' alone.]
more laters.
coming home was lonely.
i ain't gonna lie.
but i wanted to say something. so i did.
now i'm gonna go sleep off my sunday night drinking fit. [i wasn't drinkin' alone.]
more laters.
posted by yorlor at 23:59
2 Comments:
awww. sorry you sound sad.
do you get all melancholy when you drink?
don't be sad dear yorlor...we heart you.
i get all sorts of marose perfectly sober. booze and bad company make a bad buddy at times like these.
i spent a hundred clams on a dame i didn't even kiss that night, just so's i could have someone on the other end of the table. she called it, too. she wasn't the first person i had in mind to be with. not even the third.
whoops.
serves me right for taking her to a place where you can order ten dollar martinis cuz you like the name.
f me.
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