God I hate you.
way to go, tommy!
so the guy i canceled on last week texted a few days ago to ask how i'm feeling. he asked about why i am sick and offered to help me out (and as he said, even though we've never met). kinda weird, but kinda nice too. i tihnk i'll try to at least meet him before surgery. he's at least on the southern part of town like me. i also got a message from someone pretty adorable this weekend, even if he does look like a house music dj.
and in other news, i got a message from a guy who is into chess and keeping it real
Hope you feel better soon.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
You say chess like it's a bad thing.
Got home really wasted last night around 330am my lady friend was passed out in my car. I went inside and passed out on my couch immediately, leaving my phone in my car. Woke up at 7am realizing I had left her in the car.
She was fine, pissed off at me rightfully so. I also had forgotten about a sourdough jack too. Tequila.
Stop driving drunk!
What kinda bimbo just sits in the car like a dog instead of getting out and knocking on the door?
I'm hoping she was still sleeping when he finally came to retrieve her.
You talking about usefulness in society? That's like Supre talking about dating.
point is, sometimes a bitch just needs to stay in the car.
I have very little in common with this woman, but I'm halfway tempted to be a creeper and just see if she'll sleep with me. Then I'll be no better than the weirdos who message you ladies every single day.
I think it's because she's Russian. Her broken-English typing is charming.
If she didn't want creepers, then she wouldn't have posted that picture.
damn those are nice tits.
fake profile. she's gonna say you can fuck her after you wester union her some money.
Did Tommy say he met her? I didn't get that from his post with the picture.
the busy bee has no time for sorrow.