Not easy to betray 3 times before the rooster crows, you gotta want it.
3 beers.
I waltzed over to the Ruby Tuesday beside the hotel, I sat my ass on the barstool, and I drank 3 ice cold beers.
It was delicious. Ridiculous hot out, disrespectfully hot,,,
I caved.
I don’t think it’s the end of the world, but if I didn’t keep my word to my diary, I’d be a bitch-made-ass-mother-fucker. It’s a slippery slope,,, but at least I feel guilty…
it was hot, they were delicious, I forgive myself and it’s fine but don’t be a fucker. Don’t be a bullshitter. Also fuck encouragement. You’re the only person you have to beat and it starts by not being a fucking liar. Life is not a dildo cannon, not a cumshot in a slingshot, not a circus of the absurd,it’s fine and wonderful and plenty of people know it. Fart sound, fart sound, fart sound. You should try to be grateful, violent diarrhea,
going to the library and randomly writing perplexing statements in books,, with ink. Nothing hurtful or obscene,,just weird, just unasked, relishing in the thought of confusing a living being in the future.
Alright, sorry I drank yesterday, didn’t go hard. but still ,,,there….. honest
dawn 