- the hip abducter machine at the gym, unless the sound of me going "shit the fucking bed man, what the fuck??" has suddenly become acceptable
- cheap socks (they only ever slide down inside your shoe and you get a blister)
- making oh-so-stupid jokes in front of the boy I think I like
- drinking so much coffee that I am jittery and sick
If I concentrate on these types of things, maybe I won't have to think about what just happened. I really need a hug.
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