Way Of The Road

hello. good news! the tests have come back and i am NOT an alcoholic. i just went 3.5 days without drinking, therefor, you are gay. oh Queens, i've missed you. i don't really know what i've been doing. i'm on my third sick day in a row from work, and my body and soul are starting to feel a little brittle, but i guess that's the way of the road, the way she fuckin goes. i've been having some pretty dank back problems, which in my opinion were caused from my severe anxiety about whether or not to dye my hair brown. Freddie, my room mate/mother did this crazy shaman thing on me to find the source of my pain and she told me that i needed to take a day and just lay in bed and cry. so i've been calling off work and instead, popping muscle relaxers and watching Trailer Park Boys. if you add everything i just said up, you will realize how vulnerable i am feeling right now. OH! i almost forgot! i made a new frienemy!!! her name is 'Dirty Haired Russian Rose' and she likes to kiss girls and drink well vodka, as long as someone else is paying. that's about it. i'm kind of seeing this new guy. i met him on a cigarette break at work. he told me 'you are sexy for a white girl', and just like that, i knew i'd have trouble getting rid of him. His name is 'Minutes', cause he's always telling me to call him cause he just got some more minutes for his phone. i love my life!!!!!!! Here is a picture of some of my all time favorite homosexuals and another chart topping picture of my see-through new years eve shirt.

ok, here's a riddle for you. what if i'm wearing a see through shirt with a bra, leave with a group of guys no one has seen before, then show up a couple days later a little taller and just a tad less cynical? don't worry boys, i don't kiss and tell, i'm old fashioned that way! just like back ally abortions.