02.01.04
6:43 p.m.
jose fuck


i'm not into football. i'm sitting in my place alone not watching anything on tv. i can't sit through the game just for the commercials. no way jose.

i haven't talked to my jose for two days now.

i will be turning on the tele for a little sex in the city.

i've had a gloomy weekend.

i went out to a couple bars last night, and i just hate that scene. drunkards ashing in our ashtrays and dancing to un-danceable music. i'm just not cheeky enough to hang. i rolled my eyes and wished for a quieter night in front of a fire. except we don't have a fireplace. a drum full of burning trash that hobos use to keep warm would have sufficed.

i don't wear, pointy shoes, shoes with heels, tight denim, earrings, clevage, or have my nails all done up french style (or any style for that matter)

it was super good talking with you last night kate. i wish to hell we lived closer.

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