Actually to tell you the truth Valentine's Day doesn't really bother me, it's whatever. I spent the night watching some TLC, The Shawshank Redemption, having Cosmo read to me by Chelsea, and getting a stomach ache from eating way to much cheese and chocolate hearts my mom sent me. The only thing that I wish I could have had I didn't was four bottles of André's pink champagne. That would have been pretty grand but I believe I would have probably woken up to drunken text sent to old ex's.. I'm so romantic. So today while I'm driving back home from north Phoenix I start thinking about all this mushy stuff that comes along with this day. I don't really mind it and it really doesn't make me depressed because I have no one at home holding a bouquet of flowers for me or a stuffed bear that says, "I love you!" when you press the hand but, I start thinking about past dudes I've "crushed" on or had a "thing" with, ones I've kissed, fooled around with, gone all the way with and there is this one dude that keeps sticking out in my mind..Ben. And the entire drive home I continue to ask myself over and over again, " why the hell didn't you go all the way with that dude??" I mean this guy Ben he's a drummer of a somewhat popular band (one I don't really like..whatever) he's fucking hot as hell(I think anyways), super nice, super sweet and it's like uhhh that was a stupid move. What where you thinking? Am I the only one who has regrets like these? surely not. It's just like I look back on it now and it's like wow that sex would have been fucking awesome, I just know it! Maybe if I wouldn't have been SO fucking wasted (proof in picture above) .. guess I'll never know,sadly. Unless someone knows Ben who's reading this and wants to pass along the message I wanna do him. Ya, I'm dead serious.
laterz love birdz.
miss. salt.
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