Roller derby. So fun, yet such a timesucker. I don't have time to get laid now even if I had the opportunity. Though doing a good block on Bren Bren was almost as satisfying. I think I'm born to block. Jam, not so much.
So I say to myself, at the risk of provoking an aneurysm in those near and dear to me, why not go hang out with a douchbag? Fun, entertaining, always available (strange how that is now, eh?). I have resisted the temptation to fill my 14 seconds of free time with a little douchbaggery. So far. But I am weak. I do realize, dear reader, the futility of going down that road again. I hold out hope, but I know its futile.
Bancroft dude wants to come and visit. So much for a purely email relationship. I doubt this will go anywhere but I am not prepared to have a long distance, subsidized by me relationship. Unless he's really worth it :D I got low standards, what can I say?
3 comments:
fuck me in the goat ass.
Wow. that didn't take long.
Stay away from the douchbag. All I have to say is douchbag, douchbag, doouucchhhhbbaaggggggggggg! That should be enough I hope.
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