I Like To (Mind) Fuck

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Lazy Sunday Suddenly Isn’t So Lazy

I hate dragging my ass upstairs, getting my towel, getting undressed, turning on the water, getting in the shower, showering for 15-30 minutes, getting out, wrapping a towel around myself, drying off and going out into the hall where it’s cold as balls when I’m lazy as shit and all I wanna do is just grub out and watch movies. 

Friends…they make you do shit that you just don’t wanna do. 

I need a drink. But who has the money for that these days? I definitely wouldn’t hit up a bar since it’s $5-somethin’ every drink. For $20 I could have a bottle of cheap vodka or champagne and be set on my way. Fuck money. And fuck being broke all the damn time. I should bribe my friends by saying I’ll throw a party here if they pay for my booze. 


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