...And Ithen, yes, there are girls like you.

No, you know what?

I am too drunk to write this post, or any post like it.

It does not do you justice.

It does not do her justice.

It does not do me justice, really.


I barely even know what fair or right is snymore. Even if I did, I wouldn't know what to do with it.

I didn't believe any of that before tonight, because Goddess knowa I've heard it enough. Now that I've seen the look, which was either sincere, or sincere pity, I still don't know what the fuck to make of it.

I know what I want to say. I know what I should say. I know what (I think) you'd like me to say, which perhaps would not be what total strangers would be reading were I writing this for them. But most importantly;

I have six hours to sober up before work.


This, not counting hidden posts and drafts, is my 300th post. Fanfare is in order, yay!