"Hi there, sailor!"
I can't believe I still had a picture of her, and a very flattering one at that. Note that despite the fact she is standing in this picture and is not much taller than the bed, and generally presents a pretty innocent air, the crazy eyes are quite evident.
I do not have the time to tell this story right now - the minute the boys get home, I'm heading over there and enacting my plan of getting "make mistakes" hammered. They are great guys to drink with. But more to come tonight.
In a little more direct response to your blog, I'm not sure why you always find yourself on the end of affections. I mean, I can speak for myself and feel that I could put forward a few good theories as to the others, and could maybe share why I think certain people find me somewhat appealing for perspective, but perhaps you're just a very likeable person. Sorry, I guess.
Netflix is so full of weird shows right now.
Smokin' crack cocaine make you crrrazy.
"The boys", all the fucking time for like the next month. Who am I, fucking Phil Lynott?
ReplyDeleteThat's Alana in the picture. Depending on the order you read this in, you might remember her.