it's a sunday sort of sunday
zombie prom at casa zimbabwe. pretty girl on my arm, and too much rum.
i must remember to not drink out of fear.
not from the zombies, but the pretty girl.
i've had a useless day and a gnawing suspicion that the reason why she hasn't called me back is something aweful like I yakked in her car, on her mom's something-or-other.
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i must remember to not drink out of fear.
not from the zombies, but the pretty girl.
i've had a useless day and a gnawing suspicion that the reason why she hasn't called me back is something aweful like I yakked in her car, on her mom's something-or-other.
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Sounds like good fun! Zombie prom? ...That kicks ass.
Still curious, though: Why exactly is it that this girl so scares to crap out of you?
You probably do a good job at hiding it, tho.
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