I’m tipseriffic.
I went out with a boy tonight. We shot pool and opened large cans of whoop ass on anyone who challenged us.
Honestly, I don’t know if I like him or not, but when he kissed me goodnight, my toes curled.
So I had to try it again. And again.
And then I made him walk me to my car. Where I subconsiously mentally telepathically forced him to kiss me again.
And it was delicious.
Yum.
That is all.
Nite.
Wait! That’s not all! I flirted with some boys who challenged us in pool. I remember this. They melted like cheese and told me that I smelled good and said all this other gooey stuff when my date wasn’t looking. I smiled and batted my eyelashes.
And we still kicked every last ass standing!!!! Haw haw whaw!!!
Someday my prince will come. Until then, I’m kissing. Kissing. Kissing. Kissing. Kissing.
Work’s gonna come much too early tomorrow morning.
kiss.
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