I hate the night. I seriously need someone to sleep with me and get me through it (and I don't mean that in a dirty way ). Ugh. **** the night. Maybe I should get a job at night or something to help me pass the time...
Boy almost got clocked. He came over smelling like feet and cheese curls, sat down behind me, and acted as if he didn't see my appendages draped all over the place. Not on this porch.