Thursday, March 18, 2010

hirsuite pursuit


Sometimes at 1am you try to justify poor decisions you're about to make.. like getting back together with the guy that broke your heart .. but was never right anyway... but you're so desperate for some attention abuse.. that you romanticizing to yourself ..

His dick wasn't that small... I was just spreading that rumor to get over the breakup.

He didn't have too much back hair... nothing that couldn't be helped with this ingenious new manscaping tool I saw an ad for in the Castro Street subway station.




He wasn't violent all the time... he only pushed me down the stairs and made me lose my baby once.


Then you drift off to sleep hoping he wakes you up with an offensive 3am text, like the good old days, when you were happy.

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