I love it when Sandra talks to me about how Tom asked her out to the movies and then said all the movies looked gay, so they walked around feeling awkward and bored. Then when they were at work, Tom kept flirting with her but when they went into town that night, Tom was giving her shit in front of his friends and not showing public affection. One of Tom's friends was hitting on her, but he tries to hard to impress everyone and she doesn't play that shit. She is getting a bit sick of Tom's retardedness so she has hooked up with some guy on Myspace that knows some of her friends. Unlike Tom, this guy is straight up, no bullshit. He buys Sandra tickets for the Pink Concert and always buys her drinks and tells her that he likes her, and wouldn't mind fucking her as well. Sandra still has to focus on getting her Ex-boyfriend to pick up all his shit from her house but she is going to have an awesome time tonight and probably fuck this myspace guy.
The girl that works at subway was telling me something about her dad or someone but she has great tits so it seemed really interesting at the time.
I love it. I love it when people overlook the fact that I am different to them, probably couldn't relate to them in any way and yet still tell me their life story. Their words are so refreshing compared to the intellectual bullshit in my head. If I could think of nothing but girls, drinking and music I would be so much happier.
I feel you. I cut my dreads off and blend in with society now. No one knows I am a cosmic guru... no one suspects me of anything...it's incredible
I can identify with that. Suffice it to say that I have interacted with precisely one human being (not a friend) throughout this holiday season. That is, since November- and it doesn't look like I'll be seeing a friend tomorrow either.
You're colourful and confident. I am introverted and quite bland...however that disjointed clandestine culture of introspective nerds have quite an affinity towards me, one I don't understand for most of these people are infinitely cooler than me.
that exact Goblin Cock picture is behind a bar I sometimes go to, weird Is the original post an example of normalcy? I have never been normal, but as I age, I find I do enjoy some normal things