-rubs his temples in a vain attempt to remove the pounding headache on his brain. grabs the bottle of beer at his bedside and takes a quick swig before setting it down, wincing at the 'clunk!' the bottle made on the surface-
Hangovers are a bitch. Like you wouldn't have known that without my telling you. Erika says I need to update or something so here I go. Yesterday was a bitch and then some. I left the beach pissed off cause some people who I will not name, were making fun of my dick size. First off I was talking about shoe sizes and that somehow turned to making fun of me jewels. Thanks a lot. I ain't mad about it anymore but it still stings. Making fun of a guy's size is like making fun some silly chick being fat and ugly. It's a sensitive subject, don't broach it unless you want a guy pissed off as hell at you.
Yeah so, Tony and Erika are engaged now and yeah, that's pretty fast but as long as they're hapy, I don't got a problem with it. But Erika, be careful with my cousin's heart. Don't want shattered pieces of it all over my floor. It's gonna be a bitch to clean that up from my carpet.
-pushes his AFI beanie low over his face and stifles a tired yawn-
So onto the real purpose of this update. I have, never in my life, have been this confused about two girls. Two really awesome chicks. It would be easier if one of them was a real shallow bitch, but no, they gotta be amazing and sweet. I'm about ready to just say, "Fuck it" and just be a bachelor. That's easier than hurting any of them. I don't even know why they find me interesting. I'm the world's biggest dumbass. I'm immature, I'm an alcoholic, and not to mention, I can't take almost anything really seriously. Yeah, don't sound too appealing now, do I?
That bachelor shit is really starting to look better and better. They can do much better than me anyways.
-stops writing to rub his head again. gives up completely and stands up to find any aspirin laying around and mumbling to himself-
Fuck, it hurts to think.
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