Do you think they make a form of caffeine that can be administered
intravenously or am I going to have to move onto more serious
stimulants?
Speaking of drugs, a friend of mine in class last night asked me "Do
you have any drugs?" to, which I replied (with a weird look on my
face) "Umm, nooo...", he then said "I have a really bad headache, you
sure you don't have anything?", so I took a moment to consider and
then offered him Midol. I sure as hell have a lifetime supply of that.
I assured him that "Midol is just Ibuprofen with a diuretic, I promise
it won't turn you into a girl". Apparently that wasn't convincing
enough...something about not wanting to use the bathroom every 5
minutes.
God, I'm weird.
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I wonder if you love espresso as much as I do.
The question is, I wonder who loves it more? Like, would you marry espresso if it had slender arms? I would marry espresso if it had good taste in shoes and well-groomed eyebrows.
Nevermind, that didn't make any sense...or did it?
I would marry espresso if it were a woman. Slender arms would help.
I learned at a relatively young age that women like good shoes on men. I do not groom my eyebrows; they are fierce.
Fierce? Like they will attack? I call mine unruly because they have no real pattern of growth. I sometimes wish I were as brave as Brooke Shields so that I could let them just take over my face, but then we might have a Colin Farrell situation on our hands.
I'm not so sure why I continue to rely on shoes as an appropriate judgement of men, because most often, men that own $800 Prada shoes are trying to make up for something they lack, like heterosexuality.
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