I'm not gonna lie; I'll not be a gentleman behind the boathouse. I'll show you my dark secret.
The boys are playing V:tM, or were, rather. Eight hours and then some. How long can you run around pretending you're a vampire? That is, if you're not goth. That can last years.
Anyway.
I shrugged it off, had four cigarettes today, craving another if I can swing it, would be nice. My aunt is blind, a blind bloodhound. Let's hope she doesn't smell the smoke.
 dyejob · Mon Aug 06, 2007 @ 09:20am · 0 Comments |
