|My actual arm, her actual bite. My actual stupidity.|
So sitting alone planning on starting a game of Killzone 3, a game I've become thoroughly addicted to due to it's pace and gore, I had found myself slowed down and quite more social than killy. I was on Facebook and M and I had been texting back and forth and our conversation had turned to an odd mashup of sexual digs and plans for the weekend. I had told her I was busy tonight and she followed up with Lame (Re: see real translation above) and described how she'd be there in a cute dress and how there would be hippy chicks (damn, my one weakness) and how it'd be awesome.
|Goddamn your accuracy, motivational poster.|
|Got nothing against redheads, I swear.|
|All bonnets are evil|
|She's not...not cute(?)|