So is it better to leave a guy and also the country BEFORE Christmas so people can take the shit back, or is it better to string fucks along and be in Texas by January?
Fuck, I can't find my fucking good pants. Must have left them at that hotel last night.
Fuck if I can remember what the hell the hotel's number is, he'd better have found them and leave them in my locker at work like I told him to. shit.
Oh yeah I'm gonna be out late. Might not come back until the morning if the moron pulls that "oh but you can't catch an entire jet falling on you, might as well stay in the hotel and let the building do it for you" shit again.
The fuck was he being extra fucking sappy for. I'm not going to look a gift horse in the damn mouth because horses have fucking disgusting mouths, but fuck.
And I feel like I forgot something and I haven't even touched anything to put me in an altered state of mind. Fuck.
....I miss shit that does that. Fuck, why'd I go clean again.
You chain a dog up by wrapping the fucking chain around it's neck that tight and then forget to feed it and give it anything to drink and you get pissy at me when I break your nose? Should have broke more of that motherfucker's shit. Like the rest of his fucking skull.
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