Girls who like boys who like girls...
Aug. 1st, 2002 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzMtv, clip classics. I love that show..only songs from my sentimental happy (?) childhood. [In some ways you can say I had a happy childhood, and that it was better than what I have now. But in some ways you can say it was worse. I guess they weigh eachother out]
Last night to the pub with The dreamwalker and his sister. I went early and cycled by Patricks house who was >> what a fucking surprise << not at home. We shot pool, there were pictures of the Rammstein concert (all hands and arms, luckily none of the shots I was really afraid of: Jimmy-spike) and one where I was posing near a ‘cursing will get you nowhere’- sign with The Dreamwalker where I could see why some people find me hot. Good picture. They’ll scan it for me.
Merrick was harassed by some drunken dude who really really wanted to go with her to a concert. He must have felt I was in a really bad kick-ass mood because he steered way clear of me after the first few remarks. Drunk people piss me off. Loads. They think they’re so damn funny, that they’re the greatest fucking superhero in the world and that you, beyond all doubt, want to go out with them/ like them/want to have sex with them. While it’s scientifically proven that if you drink beer you’re bound to have more trouble getting it up, and if you drink a lot of beer for a long time your penis will actually shrink (not to mention the increase in liver, and thereby tummy, size).
Besides that, alcohol, just as any other drugs, enhance the mood you’re in. If you’re feeling bad, you’ll feel lousy. Feel lousy? -> suicidal. And the other way around. No big surprise that I didn’t drink beer last night. I think beer and other liquor should go with happy times, chilling with friends in the garden next to a barbecue, and not with the bad times, when you’re in a pub just not to be at home.
Just in case you are wondering…when I’m ranting in real life I use the same complicated sentences, yes. They just…form.
Damn I’m a vamp today. A bitter bitch.
Last night to the pub with The dreamwalker and his sister. I went early and cycled by Patricks house who was >> what a fucking surprise << not at home. We shot pool, there were pictures of the Rammstein concert (all hands and arms, luckily none of the shots I was really afraid of: Jimmy-spike) and one where I was posing near a ‘cursing will get you nowhere’- sign with The Dreamwalker where I could see why some people find me hot. Good picture. They’ll scan it for me.
Merrick was harassed by some drunken dude who really really wanted to go with her to a concert. He must have felt I was in a really bad kick-ass mood because he steered way clear of me after the first few remarks. Drunk people piss me off. Loads. They think they’re so damn funny, that they’re the greatest fucking superhero in the world and that you, beyond all doubt, want to go out with them/ like them/want to have sex with them. While it’s scientifically proven that if you drink beer you’re bound to have more trouble getting it up, and if you drink a lot of beer for a long time your penis will actually shrink (not to mention the increase in liver, and thereby tummy, size).
Besides that, alcohol, just as any other drugs, enhance the mood you’re in. If you’re feeling bad, you’ll feel lousy. Feel lousy? -> suicidal. And the other way around. No big surprise that I didn’t drink beer last night. I think beer and other liquor should go with happy times, chilling with friends in the garden next to a barbecue, and not with the bad times, when you’re in a pub just not to be at home.
Just in case you are wondering…when I’m ranting in real life I use the same complicated sentences, yes. They just…form.
Damn I’m a vamp today. A bitter bitch.
