Friday, October 14, 2005

 

I want to sleep with someone mostly inappropriate.

He isn't underage, he ain't my boss, he ain't related. But still inappropriate.

What do I do?

I also have an obscene desire to run to the nearest Duane Reade for a pack of Marlboro Reds. And I don't smoke. Fucked up, huh?

Could be the 5 beers, though. Them'll make you wanna smoke. And screw inappropriate mens. Meh. How prissy Ivy-league am I that I can still spell "inappropriate" after five beers?

Gawd.


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