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All I want is high balls for everyone. And then, this fucked up world would seem alright.
So we went out to the Water Tank, a dive bar my father used to frequent. It's much less shady than it used to be, sadly, and we're relegated to smoking on the narrow patio. But smoking outside means you get to have wild conversations about Amsterdam with drunk old men wearing cowboy hats. It was a riot, especially when the teenage emo band boys were on the stage in the back. I wanted to call Sarah to come up there and rip their shirts off, they were so emo. Hah!
Four cocktails later and I'm not feeling any pain. Tyler's cracking horrendous comments about MILFs, and I spent most of the drive home trying to punch him in the chest. Right. Then there was this totally creepy doll stuck in the stair railing at our apartment. Tyler stole the doll and put it on my keyboard! I don't know what to do with it, it's that bizarre.
In case you haven't gathered, Tyler is a freaking lunatic. But we love him all the same because of his pretty blue eyes and that hot tattoo running down his right side. I don't know anyone who doesn't want to fuck Tyler. But apparently Tyler wants to fuck David Bowie and I'm sure we all want to see that.
I haven't cried in awhile reading fic. But I got all weepy reading the latest bit of Rach's fic and the scene in Egypt broke my heart for a million reasons.
So we went out to the Water Tank, a dive bar my father used to frequent. It's much less shady than it used to be, sadly, and we're relegated to smoking on the narrow patio. But smoking outside means you get to have wild conversations about Amsterdam with drunk old men wearing cowboy hats. It was a riot, especially when the teenage emo band boys were on the stage in the back. I wanted to call Sarah to come up there and rip their shirts off, they were so emo. Hah!
Four cocktails later and I'm not feeling any pain. Tyler's cracking horrendous comments about MILFs, and I spent most of the drive home trying to punch him in the chest. Right. Then there was this totally creepy doll stuck in the stair railing at our apartment. Tyler stole the doll and put it on my keyboard! I don't know what to do with it, it's that bizarre.
In case you haven't gathered, Tyler is a freaking lunatic. But we love him all the same because of his pretty blue eyes and that hot tattoo running down his right side. I don't know anyone who doesn't want to fuck Tyler. But apparently Tyler wants to fuck David Bowie and I'm sure we all want to see that.
I haven't cried in awhile reading fic. But I got all weepy reading the latest bit of Rach's fic and the scene in Egypt broke my heart for a million reasons.