June 2012
62 posts
A Piece of "Half-Breed" blergh
It takes me a moment to realize where I am.
Although my vision was blurred, probably caused by shearing pang that throbbed at the corner of the left side of my forehead, I could make out that I was back at the bluff. Specifically, I’m laying inside the gazebo on Old Bailey’s Bluff, alone-in the dark-within a lonely and decrepit gazebo. “Greeeeeeat Jessie, don’t you know how to get yourself in all sorts of danger.”
May 2012
104 posts
The moment I realized I've answered the door to get the delivery food while wearing my boxers...
The delivery guy is like…
I’m like…
And my brain is like…
(I’m weird)
When I see someone I don’t like and don’t want to talk to I’m like…
On the inside I’m like…
And when they finally leave I’m like…
