Thursday, February 12, 2009

Secret

Secret: Today, I was celebrating my birthday randomly with marc etcetera and on the way home when i was drunk i got off the bus, pretend made friends with this guy, bummed a cigarette off him and then smoked it all the way home. ginger would be so dissapointed in me and i would be so dissapointed in myself she found out but im not until that day comes. i wonder if that actually makes sense or like why the fuck shouldn't i just feel bad about it from the get-go?

is this not just another everyday occurance for most people?

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