Using one of my handy-dandy empties that seem to follow me everywhere these days, I'm gonna play a little spin the bottle. You know it, the cheap middle school way of conning a smooch off that hot boy you always had a crush on. It's not quite as good as truth or dare (my personal favorite which garnered me several liplocks from the dudes i was too chicken to talk with).So, let's give it a twirl - hmm, first up:
Truth: I'm plastered watching football and tossing back the usuall adult beverage stuck in the annoying single world of figuring out if the next dude who pm's or chats or calls or texts or who asks me where to find the scifi section in Borders, or who holds the door for me at Circuit City is gonna be "the one" (i laugh, as if that even exists).
Fiction: Aliens are swarming outside my door as i write this, knowing that I am their god and needing my guidance as they plan to take over the world. Just to let everyone know, I will be personally residing in Hawaii - so be nice and I'll tell the aliens to not strap you on the rack and then quarter your lame ass.
Irony: What if Lincoln had been carrying a gun?
Justice: Karma's kicking the ass of a former best friend of mine. I'm childish - but damn pick the same sex when it comes time to battle the genders.
Reality: I want people to stay outta my life because I'm not a people person; but damn if I don't want, really really want certain specific things that will go unnamed unless you already know what Im talking about.
Entertainment: Where are those damn extra AA batteries - the remote has died, again.
Thought: Maybe I'm too cynical and impatient and should chill and let things unfold.
Bullshit: Mmmm, has the softest lips, most gentle and sensual tongue, fingertips that would drive even a nun insane with the light, loving caresses. Gotta go back for seconds for this guy.
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