Does it exist, or is it mythical, like unicorns and bisexuals?
I probably offended a lot of (imaginary because no one reads this SHIT) people with that comment. I was kidding; I totally accept that unicorns are, indeed, real.
I digress.
Rhymes with "mess".
I am a mess.
There is beer spilled on my white shirt. My hair is unwashed. There are bruises on my thighs, my shins, my hips, my head. A cigarette burn (dumbass) is blistering on my collarbone. My lips are chapped, my fingertips are full of music, my blog is WHINY. and unread.
Burn ointment.
Where can I find it?
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