Shame, shame, know your name
Again, last night was not supposed to turn out to be a 6am'er, but I have no head, no common sense, no thoughts, no "self-preservation" as Joe said about himself. I gave my phone number to a bartender, and was kissed by an idiotic boy. Who likes Three Doors Down and Dave Matthews Band. Who said things like, "Come close." Who I could have just gotten rid of had I not lost all brainpower. And note to the lovely ladies out there: Saying you don't want a relationship makes men go crazy. Let's keep that to ourselves from now on.
What the fuck am I doing to myself.
2005-04-10 | 12:19 p.m.
