Mill Avenue did me so dirty last night.
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Mill Avenue did me so dirty last night.
Night.
Married. Want sex? Next time I will tell you no....he said.
Reality....less than two minutes later he carried my fat add to bed to have sex.
Right up there with the text message of: I want sex....
Reply: you only want sex till I get home.
TRUE. THEN YOU ARE THERE TO FUCK. SEX MARRIED BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO GET MARRIED VS. "TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING".
Is this tumblr-y enough
Ball out every season
How many more did you want dead for the COFFEE BILL this morning?
with a quote from an illegal cafeteria worker of, "you have to pay for the milk." this morning.
Still directionally challenged with Jeffy Alley in Cancun? only to be put to death in the state of OREGON FOR HIS BEHAVIOR IN OCTOBER-DECEMBER 2014.
Just in case I die. Sadly you are still my ICE number.
K
Just to fill you in. Still single. In Seattle. Still Homeless...have a sleeping bag like the one you took to leave at work. Drink lots of coffee instead of diet Coke. Drink a beer called "hurricane" now instead of bud light...or hard root beer. Jim Beam vs Jack as it's cheaper. Chain smoke Talon Cigars...
But still about the same...a dozen years since I last saw or talked to anyone.
No. I do not talk with Shannon, Kerri, Vanessa or Nancy either.
Just me on my own. Content. As long as the foreign trash leaves me alone.
And I rarely go to bars anymore; all brown eyed drug addicts in them....drink alone.
And not that you talk to my family, but if you do...do not give them this number. I even had my dad taken off my birth certificate. I speak to none of them.
We take my favorite staircase behind Levi’s down to the embarcadero on our walk home. Antonio is used to my observations, but this one throw