Well, it’s Saturday. And if you’re anything like me, you’re probably still in bed right now, hungover with only the tail end of a burrito for both lunch and dinner. You’re probably laying in a bed next to a living and breathing pile of regret. At this point you have to wonder…is she really what I regret? Or is she really just a projection of all my regretfully poor life decisions. Maybe its both. Maybe I’m her shining example of regret and everything she’s done wrong in life. That is probably true as well. Either way, it is a sad state of affairs in my bedroom and I need to figure out a good way to get her to leave before my girlfriend gets back from her work trip.
Such a beautiful tattoo
Chess not checkers