entirely too sober
i'm not nearly drunk enough to live here. i had one vodka sour tonight. yea, that's not even close. it took the whole drink just for the toothpaste taste to go away. so, the last few sip were good, i guess. i'm in serious need of black people. on the way to the bar, i was listening to the radio and they were broadcasting from some club and it sounded like so much fun. i realize that's what it's supposed to sound like, but i started imagining myself in a club dancing to the music.
i've also decided that people talk too much here. i'm a chatterbox, don't get me wrong, but it's not even fun conversations here. the guys are too busy measuring their musical dicks and the girls are too wrapped in the boys to have fun in their absence.
i found myself sitting there, not talking, thinking, " i have nothing i want to say to these people." nothing. i see the same people all of the time, that topics a scarce and my interest is almost non-existant.
i think that the greatest modern tragedy is that i don't have a boyfriend with boobs this big. it's literally a crying shame. granted i'm a bit difficult, but what happened to the boys who would forgive a great many infractions for long, full body contact hug? i was going to wear this really cute shirt i bought today, but told my friend, "girlfriends hate this shirt." she didn't quite understand what i was saying until she got there. in all fairness, the shirt was cut rather low, but it showed great boobage. the problem is that that kind of shirt with my size breast automatically send girls into a tailspin and brings out the claws. i just wanted to wear a cute shirt and have a good time. instead, i opted for another, more covered look, and still spent the evening with my fleece jacket zipped all the way up. it was less revealing, but still had a deep v-neck.
the point of all of this is that i need my girls. i need a world where the is no jukebox and certainly no Zeppelin on it. i need low lights, loud music, and rhythm. i need girls who drink like fish and aren't afraid to laugh outloud. i need my girls. i need fellow cleavage and ass. i need laughter. i need...something else.
i've also decided that people talk too much here. i'm a chatterbox, don't get me wrong, but it's not even fun conversations here. the guys are too busy measuring their musical dicks and the girls are too wrapped in the boys to have fun in their absence.
i found myself sitting there, not talking, thinking, " i have nothing i want to say to these people." nothing. i see the same people all of the time, that topics a scarce and my interest is almost non-existant.
i think that the greatest modern tragedy is that i don't have a boyfriend with boobs this big. it's literally a crying shame. granted i'm a bit difficult, but what happened to the boys who would forgive a great many infractions for long, full body contact hug? i was going to wear this really cute shirt i bought today, but told my friend, "girlfriends hate this shirt." she didn't quite understand what i was saying until she got there. in all fairness, the shirt was cut rather low, but it showed great boobage. the problem is that that kind of shirt with my size breast automatically send girls into a tailspin and brings out the claws. i just wanted to wear a cute shirt and have a good time. instead, i opted for another, more covered look, and still spent the evening with my fleece jacket zipped all the way up. it was less revealing, but still had a deep v-neck.
the point of all of this is that i need my girls. i need a world where the is no jukebox and certainly no Zeppelin on it. i need low lights, loud music, and rhythm. i need girls who drink like fish and aren't afraid to laugh outloud. i need my girls. i need fellow cleavage and ass. i need laughter. i need...something else.
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