Another New Year... another year I will ultimately be boyfriendless, childless, and alone. Oh and did I mention I'll be turning fuckin 30 this year?
I know, it could be worse. I should be thankful and yadayadayada. And I am and I feel selfish when I feel like this, but can't help it.
Just sayin... if I had what you had, I'd probably have more to live for... more of a meaning/purpose in life other than doing the same old shit day in and day out.
Maybe someday. Maybe not.
Maybe I want some of those fuckin nachos in yer sig Park!
But I shall settle for another beer n cigarette.
HIGH FUBU!