It’s been an eventful weekend at my place. Not actually MY place, but my surroundings.
Texas tells me to get an Icee, aka sloshie, and watch interviews of my boyfriend. This sounds like a plan. Maybe. But I would have to put on a bra and a baseball cap to go to the market, so maybe it’s Fireball, Gentleman Jack, my choice of wine, or dirty dirty martini (which I’m not sure how to make) cause y’all know I’m loaded, concerning alcohol.
People need to learn to behave.
I might write the story later, idk.
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