Posts tagged: gin
so that's going well?
yup, really well
are you in loooooove?
I'm incapable of love, I'm dead on the inside from the gin, but I like him quite a bit
I just want to scream at him to pay attention to me. And then ignore him.
That seems reasonable to me. Times like these, I find it's most convenient to let your cleavage do the screaming so your brain, and pride, can do the ignoring.
Indeed. You are full of sage-like wisdom.
I'm like Yoda.
I just canceled our tentative plans. Ignoring. Until the weekend. With the boobs and the legs and the gin.
Word
All life's best plans involve boobs, legs and gin.
