I don't know why I'm writing this silly little article, because I have nothing to say.
Maybe some of the acohol is still coarsing corsing coresing running through my veins. Because I don't feel as sober as I should.
Made an arse of myself, but all seems to be well. Feeling pathetic, though; nobody loves me, I'm all on my own, etc. etc... My God I'm useless.
A few things still sticking in my mind. Hug! Yay!!!! Drink! Wooo!!!! Happiness is more important than money, that's why I gave up my corse coarse course and, I dunno what I'll do with my life either! But so smart.
I don't know. I have no idea where I'm headed and that scares me. Where do I see myself in ten years time? Five, even? What do I want?
When I'm a rock star, you can be my roadie! Yay, roadie! HUG!!
I would love that. But I have neither the charisma, nor the talent for such a pursuit.
And honestly, do I only attract the fairer sex? Because, y'know... I'd rather have something witha penis.
Guy on guy is definitely worse than girl on girl, I mean... there's penetration! If I were to go for guy on guy, I'd be the giver, not the taker!
So you wouldn't take it in the arse?
Nah, I'd give it!
I feel there's a person shaped hole in me. Yes, I'm that big. Oh you're so thin! I wish I were thin! But with big boobs. My boobs are big.
Yeah, I noticed.
Me too.
What?!?! You noticed?
Well, y'know, they're kinda... just... there.
I feel alone, but it's fun. Fun. Solitude isn't as isolating as it used to be.
Hey, would you like to hang out sometime? No, no, that's wrong. Uh, how about, if you're not busy, like, and if you don't mind, would you like maybe to ARGH too pathetic! Too apologetic.
Maybe some of the acohol is still coarsing corsing coresing running through my veins. Because I don't feel as sober as I should.
Made an arse of myself, but all seems to be well. Feeling pathetic, though; nobody loves me, I'm all on my own, etc. etc... My God I'm useless.
A few things still sticking in my mind. Hug! Yay!!!! Drink! Wooo!!!! Happiness is more important than money, that's why I gave up my corse coarse course and, I dunno what I'll do with my life either! But so smart.
I don't know. I have no idea where I'm headed and that scares me. Where do I see myself in ten years time? Five, even? What do I want?
When I'm a rock star, you can be my roadie! Yay, roadie! HUG!!
I would love that. But I have neither the charisma, nor the talent for such a pursuit.
And honestly, do I only attract the fairer sex? Because, y'know... I'd rather have something witha penis.
Guy on guy is definitely worse than girl on girl, I mean... there's penetration! If I were to go for guy on guy, I'd be the giver, not the taker!
So you wouldn't take it in the arse?
Nah, I'd give it!
I feel there's a person shaped hole in me. Yes, I'm that big. Oh you're so thin! I wish I were thin! But with big boobs. My boobs are big.
Yeah, I noticed.
Me too.
What?!?! You noticed?
Well, y'know, they're kinda... just... there.
I feel alone, but it's fun. Fun. Solitude isn't as isolating as it used to be.
Hey, would you like to hang out sometime? No, no, that's wrong. Uh, how about, if you're not busy, like, and if you don't mind, would you like maybe to ARGH too pathetic! Too apologetic.
finish sampler of the Inside of Steffanie's Brain (the ISBO, the O for associationm, and the WFSAS forever!)
