Full stomach, Full head, Full bed

Jul 01, 2003 16:32

I eat. I sleep. I eat more and sleep more. I am depressed because Lydia has forsaken me. Within the limits of who she and I are it almost seems inevitable that this would happen. The timing was perfect because she was in her element, with her friends from El Paso. Her click. My adversaries ( Read more... )

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squashedorange July 2 2003, 08:42:28 UTC
what the fuck?! wait a minute-- did the idiots that convice her you were a sleaze ball let you rub on them?

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Re: violetlenz July 2 2003, 13:35:33 UTC
Two of them did, one of them didn't. One of the two that did denies that she did. And of course i cannot defend myself if Lydia won't talk to me.

You say what the fuck because what i did was fucked up, or because the reaction from the girls was fucked up?

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squashedorange July 3 2003, 07:12:19 UTC
i saw "what the fuck?!" because now that i know that they are the convincing party of the same crime then i can't help but wonder if the chic of interest is even worth the time. its always easy to tell who someone is much quicker by thier friends because it is typically and understanding and a mere relfection of self.
then again, there's an exception to every rule.
then again, macaroni and cheese sounds really good.

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Re: violetlenz July 4 2003, 21:00:43 UTC
Mac and cheese is the cure for the world's problems!

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fredtherat July 2 2003, 08:45:50 UTC
Sleezeball

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