I looked around and said "I think I'm still drunk." Pretty much the same scenario today, but I don't have a valid excuse to have gotten that drunk last night. Not that I've needed one before.
I turn 30 one week from tomorrow; April 19. Fuck. My Mom told me that my Dad didn't even get dressed the day he turned 30. I'm hoping not to get dressed on my birthday. Not because of depression, but because I'm in bed all day getting laid.
Gooch: I'm hard like algebra.
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