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| Current music: | "suicide is painless" ~ nick drake |
suicide is painless
asking some guy to one's ball is yet another story. how does one do it?
"hey, you know, we're having a ball on the 1st or 2nd saturday of march. did anybody ask you already?"
incomprehensible blabber of mandarin
"ah... so, do you wanna go with me? it'd be fancy, truly lame music i could tell, but good food. there will, in all probability, be chicken. because things suck without chicken."
if he says "NO," "I CAN'T," "I'm busy," "Aburuburubuubuu" in his best impression of english... i'd be crushed. shet. suicide is painful.
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