And then that happened
Jeeeebus fucking something. My luck-timing couldn’t be worse. Scotty (one of the guys from high school, we hook up every now and then) hit me up last night and I was asleep. I’ve been up for a random good time lately, so that sucks.
What does not suck is this : well shit, I’m obviously not od savvy yet, so its the boots up top. $3.50! They make me feel stompy and fierce.
Also, shelves I have yet to pick up, a coolio tee that fades from dark blue to black, a boobie tee, a new purse and sandals. It was quite the yard sale score day.
Okay, so just being honest, I texted Scotty back and maybe it’s on for tonight. I could roll with that. He’s a “bad boy” down to the 10-inch long beard, but an absolute jello bowl at heart
that’s it for now