
Well, without the whiskey or the self-loathing.
[15:12] bivouac11: good enough is good enough when you are hungover
[15:12] bivouac11: and for some reason...
[15:12] bivouac11: people pity you
[15:12] bivouac11: and treat you like its not your fault
[15:12] bivouac11: which is awesome
[15:13] bivouac11: so i get meals made for me
[15:13] bivouac11: and my roommate gets me juice
[15:13] SirGryp: nice!
[15:13] SirGryp: your roommate is very coo.
[15:13] bivouac11: all because i was stupid
[15:13] bivouac11: its like the opposite of every other waking moment of my life
[15:13] SirGryp: LOL
[15:14] bivouac11: really though
[15:14] bivouac11: it is
[15:14] SirGryp: I feel ya.
[15:14] SirGryp: Its like how I feel on my bike.
[15:15] SirGryp: If I pedal harder, I go faster.
[15:15] SirGryp: its how life should be.
or maybe I'm feeling guilty. I'll tell you tomorrow.
She knows who was Führer what when the last swine-terror invaded the Umerika.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.