Oeps, bitch, that aint fair, give that horsey back it's hair

Okay. It mothersday. And I'm drunk.

Linda. I know Linda for 9,5 years now. When I first med (met? meet? meat?) her, she had a relationship with a nice dude.. he was okay.. nice, good looking and being all romantic and shit. Then she med (met? meet? meat?) me, and the tables turned.. she was into pussy, ineens. And she had (hat? head?) some wild business going on for a couple of years. Nu heeft ze een huisje gekocht met een super meid and she is being happy for a while now. I love her.

But, the more things change, the more they stay the same (drunk lady). We hebben wijn gedronken (gezopen) en blikjes bier genuttigd tijdens xfactor en een fles Spätlese tijdens de uitslag van deze niet zo spannende afvalrace (Hester is the bomb, but game over for that mouth). Nadat we genoeg in de huiskamer hadden gedanst (David Bowie) was het tijd voor de flikkerkroeg. It was depressing. But the beer kept on flowing, so we did our thing. I smst a while with my Toon and the surprising thing was; I didn’t had the need to kiss some other stranger, no, I was just dancing, looking hot in my new T-shit and winning it, only because I was in love with this young one. Guys were talking to me, flirting and trying to get my attention.. that was nice, but I didn’t feel like hooking up (Man never hook up with me, they think I will eat them).

Me and Linda are a crazy couple.. we steal drinks, steal smokes, just being childish. I don’t know if she got home save but I will call her in a minute.

It was late; a quarter to three. Vicky walked in. She wanted to make sure I was okay. I love her for that. She’s a total bitch but when it comes to friendship, she’s there when she needs to be there. I told her she could go to her own café. She was happy to leave me, she hates a gaybar, there are no hot or funny guys over there and I totally agree. But she came by.. just to check out if I was good. I asked her if I was naive? She wanted to say yes, but she didn’t. She knew how I felt. She thought: time to move on my friend, time to wave your dreams goodbye. And I did. He wasn’t there while he knew that I was around. He red (read? readed? headed?) my last blog, I’m sure. He knew I was in town. Did you ever had a muse? Did you ever vomit just thinking about someone? I have. Erato makes me vomit. I can’t control it. I can’t get he’s face out of my head, he’s face when I touched him, he’s face when he came. He was attracted to me, or just was attracted to someone who drinks beer, I don’t know. He grabbed my hand, he grabbed it and then kissed me. He really smiled at me like he was happy for a moment. Drunk, but still, the smile was amazing. And it's so strange because he’s not a friendly person (arrogant, selfish.. but the eyes, the eyes are sweet). He didn’t show up.. It makes me feel sad. He's just, I don't know. Morgen denk ik er anders over, dan ben ik weer zeker van mijn zaak. Nu niet. Nu ben ik gewoon ladderzat.

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