Friday, November 9, 2012

It's Friday Night

Let's go out and fall in love, you know? Let's like "get" each other and have nervous butterflies and read books to each other and like feed each other, and I'll write you stories and we can "inspire" each other and encourage each other in this perverted world. And, I'll make out with you even when you have the flu and like, lets hold hands a lot, and let's gross people out in public, and let's sleep in a tent made out of blankets, and and and,how about I'll kiss the top of your head when you feel sad, and you can make me feel "safe" and, fuck it, you know, like, lets just go ahead and grow old together and die at the same time.

Nah. Jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk

Let's drink almost to the point of vomiting out real vomit, but not stop before vomiting out metaphorical vomit. Like, the kind thats made of stories about your childhood that include your dad beating you in the face with a shoe that just happened to be lying on the floor, and things that are "technically rape" oh, OH!!! And all of your secret insecurities and all of my body image issues, and then we can trade STDs : )

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