||[Aug. 31st, 2007|04:24 pm]
|[||current state of overwhelming misery
|[||rockin out to
|||||whatever is on the bondage slave's myspace is stuck in my head||]|
Me-Look at this, he is chained to a stairwell, covered in make up and vinyl.
charlie- that's not artsy. it's just weird.
me- you're just saying that to make me feel better cuz you're my best friend.
charlie- yeah, pretty much
Fuck me sideways...well, not so much. quite the opposite.
someday i'll find someone willing to strap me to a bEdpost and strap my nipples to a car battery while snorting lines of coke off my cleavage.
charlie- DAMN SON!
PS- i do believe a certain gent in a black johnny cash getup might come see me at work tonight...
if he got the message. and understood what i meant, while trying to be as covert as possible.
you know, most baristas want sad girls who just broke up with their boyfriends cuz we're easy and put out quick with no strings attached.
i wonder if abstract furniture salesmen in their early 20's are like that as well.