i’m kinda drunk. for the first time in … a while. i need somebody to talk to or hang out with. i need to snap out of this and be the responsible nicole and read a book or something. but i found out the love of my life was talking to some other woman … again. and i’m all fucked up. and by myself. and i don’t care about logical things anymore. and i’m on roach patrol halfway cuz of this house and the bug bomb we set off today. it’s ridiculous.
i just want multiple orgasms and good food and good conversation. too much to ask?
at least i’m happy, giggly drunk and not crying anymore.