I went on an amazing date last night... except for how... well... why do I always end up a slut? Jeez. But this Scott Greeneye character is quite the delight. I like how he's skinny and smokes organic bud from HUMBOLDT COUNTY, ::dies::. Man oh man.
So yeah, we go to the park and whatever, and I get dead fucked up, and then we go to dinner and I was ruining things 'cause I haven't smoked in awhile and when I smoke after a hiatus I get really hyper and nervous, almost like I'm on coke again. So I was, like, pulling apart my straw and I couldn't stay on topic in our conversation. But he took it like a champ and we're gonna go out again––fuck yes.
And Paul just IMed me. Paul's the guy with whom I probably would have ended up having an actual relationship, had he not gone to college and started getting way better head from UCSB chicks. He was all like, "I had a dream about you the other night," and started going on about how we used to have such good times in the past and he's feeling all nostalgic and shit. I cut him off in the middle; I didn't want to hear it and I wasn't even online for any reason other than to change my profile. Paul Bevelle? Whatever.
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