| alison ( @ 2009-07-09 18:10:00 |
the bar last night, the only thing to do during the week and especially Wednesdays. I met an English major and I learned that telling people I 'm writing a novel is somehow attractive? So I'll probably do it more often and make myself look like a pretentious asshole.
He tells me his favorite author is Vonnegut before I tell him the same and before I show him my tattoo, he's cool, we exchange numbers and go our seperate ways. I tell people I want to fuck his mind.
Drunken ramblings.
I was talking to a black guy, this was a few weeks ago, we were outside and he asked to hold my hand. I said No. He asked "Is is cuz I'm black" No, it's because I don't know you.
Later, his brother asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment, when I said no he asked "Is it cuz I'm black?"
WTF?
Reverse racism.
He tells me his favorite author is Vonnegut before I tell him the same and before I show him my tattoo, he's cool, we exchange numbers and go our seperate ways. I tell people I want to fuck his mind.
Drunken ramblings.
I was talking to a black guy, this was a few weeks ago, we were outside and he asked to hold my hand. I said No. He asked "Is is cuz I'm black" No, it's because I don't know you.
Later, his brother asked if I wanted to go back to his apartment, when I said no he asked "Is it cuz I'm black?"
WTF?
Reverse racism.