“Highly imaginative, but has difficulty in concentrating. She fantasizes frequently. Important studies, moves around a lot and travels frequently.”
Says my Moon in III from my natal chart report. The last sentence is an improper one but it works for me and my lack of concentration. The stars are crazy. But true. Back to fantasy land.
Saturday nights are so sensu-aaaal at casa de bonermode. Lots of bunz grabbin. Yesterday started off with the most magical PB&J smoothie from the Secret Spot, some intense paddle boarding (yeah brah, you heard me right), followed by some fish tacs and a cervesa. Unfortunately it was the slowest Saturday night at work so the 5 hours endured felt like an eternity. Met up with the bitches at a little bar we like to call the “pee-cum combo” thanks to its fresh scent for the dopest chick I knows b-day. Shout-out to Lori Bizzy! Did a walk through at V-Room, got told to fuck-off cause the highly intelligent female I bumped into didn’t realize there was no room to walk other than her godly path. Betch you’re not special cause you went to ink-n-iron and like to take it up the butt from dudes who give you pin-up girl tattoos and the herp. Had a beer at the Pike and called it a night. Sounds like crazy bar hopping but this was in the span of an hour and the last 10 minutes were spent trying to down my beer while a really drunk dude tried to hit on me with backhanded compliments. Yeah dude, now I do think I’m better than you. Man, life is hard. So I’ll leave you from my favorite spot in my favorite t-shirt.