Unbroken, and steer away

Monday

Unbroken, and steer away

I’m through. Why does it take too long for me to realize?

You are a freaking poster child – (though child sounds funny since you are already 31years old!) for cocaine. You are the reason why people should stay away from drugs. Because you just lost your mind! And if you are not careful, you are going to lose your friends.

I wanted to roll out of bed laughing when u said, I send your friends drinks on facebook because I screw someone and post the video on facebook. Its just too f**king hilarious even for you! It must really suck being you. I take back my words of calling you not creative – you really are creative too the point that you have no f**king valid argument. Till you need to succumb using circumstantial arguments. In other words it’s the same as saying, you have long hair, therefore you must be a two-dollar hooker because that’s what long hair people do! See how psychotic you are!

I had a good weekend! Went to a reggae bar that was not playing reggae music! And saw the hottest 22 years old I ever laid eyes on. Sigh…

Then had a random conversation with a couple of boys from England – that have been staying over @ Thailand for years. And our conversations involve how interesting the green curry is there! :P

Then going back met a stoned Italian then randomly walked to our car in an army t-shirt. 23. Sigh, young boys are so in, this summer. Fuck the 30 year olds. The younger the better. I’m done with mature a guy who acts like babies. If I need to burp them and feed them, I might as well go with one that have no issue GETTING IT UP. Okay, I’m all for the mean girls today. Must be too much of the “f**king whore” messages from the PCFC (poster child for cocaine).

The next the reggae party was amazingly good for rejuvenating your eyes. He said he loved my skirt and wouldn’t mind me in bunking in bed. That was enough to make me be on cloud nine. Sigh…. that baby face on dreads. My absolute pure weakness. I am so tempted to fly to KK, looking at you hitting that I-have-no-idea-what-it-is, and it sounds-good-as-long-as-I-stare-at-your face. Instead, I go home and fantasize of you. Driving back I realize, when I have my boys back, I’m happy again. I totally traded my boys for my girlfriends. They even helped check out the guys who were checking me out. Better still, update the downloads on GG.

I look as high as a kite, swaying to the music at the party. Truth is, with PCFC bombarding me ridiculous messages, who needs drugs! It’s enough to make me appreciate life and enjoy it- knowing that at least I STILL HAVE MY SANITY!

xoxo
Rollo Tomassi have gotten her sanity intact