can’t afford the ticket back from suffragette city

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Is there anything more magical than walking into a bathroom and realizing, “Hey, I tried to hook up with someone in here once”?

So I’ll admit, sometimes I do want someone to sweep me off my feet, just like Romney did with his tax plan. Although I am if not thrilled, perfectly content with how things are right now. I just find  myself surrounded by to many guys who think they’re like James Bond swimming out of the ocean, revealing a tuxedo beneath their scuba suit, when in reality all it is, is chest hair and a masked inferiority complex.

There’s nothing more than pleasing people that gets me off. Really. You say jump? I say how high. But sometimes I forget, no matter how much of something awesome you’ve got to offer to someone, that can’t make them like you. I jump through flaming hoops until I realize this and then spend the next 24 hours complaining about how unaware I was. It’s like seriously, fuck them – although they have nice hair.

Don’t look at me like that Mick Jagger.

I’ll be basking in my self defeat later this week.

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