I actually probably love him. There's no one that I know of that I think "fuck this guy, he's so scummy and I hate him," but as soon as he walks into a room, I just flush red and smile and bat my eyelashes.
God dammit.
He calls me chainsmoker. Because he takes my cigarettes from me and smokes them until they're gone and then throws it out without telling me, so I spark another.
He always comments on my giant spliffs, and it's because I've never rolled a small spliff or joint. I wish that was just a funny joke, but it's really true. He said he'd write a story about a girl that could only roll terrifyingly large spliffs and it would end in a stoned manner of some sort.
Poor girl. Lost track of something while she was stoned off a giant spliff she rolled because it's the only ones she can roll. So sad.
God dammit.
He calls me chainsmoker. Because he takes my cigarettes from me and smokes them until they're gone and then throws it out without telling me, so I spark another.
He always comments on my giant spliffs, and it's because I've never rolled a small spliff or joint. I wish that was just a funny joke, but it's really true. He said he'd write a story about a girl that could only roll terrifyingly large spliffs and it would end in a stoned manner of some sort.
Poor girl. Lost track of something while she was stoned off a giant spliff she rolled because it's the only ones she can roll. So sad.
