Album: Death Proof OST
Hungry as hell. Pissed off that my high had worn off before I got home.
Insult to injury: I feel so cheap and used too.
I will consider being a fluffer again - but only if I get paid to do it. No more dirty dancing. No more getting it on with a prick-tease.
Gah. Wash make-up off. Brush teeth. Shower. Moisturize lips. To bed.
Desmond's gonna be exasperated with me the next time I go to him (prolly Tuesday); especially after Sanice told me (just on Friday) that my baby was healing well, too.
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