I wish I could spend all day in bed chain smoking and listening to Van Morrison's Sweet Thing on repeat and eating mini eggs. And then maybe get stoned and put a Stones album on and light my favourite rose incense and put on new black and red lacy lingerie and and black thigh-high alligator skin boots and mystery-man-dream-angel-prince-charming would show up with pizza or DQ or something. And he would be all tall dark and handsome, smoking a Dunhill and making clever jokes. And then we'd get all drooly and romance-y over each other and make out and cuddle and then he'd pull out a bottle of Hennessey and I would say "Aww, you shouldn't have". And then we'd fuck. Hard!
But there's work and dinner and sanity and other people to attend to, unfortunately.
WHAT-EVER.
get fucked real life.
you suck.
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