What the fuck?

Sunday, January 13, 2008
I smile as you enter the bedroom, your halloween makeup starting to smeear only ever so slightly, even after dancing all night. I run my hands through your beehive hairdo as you slowly strip me of my cheap mondays. Zach Condon sings softly over my speakers while I help you pull off the black tank top you have on, revealing those fantastic breasts,

look, look even i get a mention