Cos I’m a free bitch, baby.
every girl needs a roof and a bed and bright, bright light
that she can turn off at night
and fall asleep with the love of her life
they say sometimes you just gotta be alone,
and if you can’t be happy on your own
then how will you ever be happy with somebody else?
tonight i received a note on my car that was addressed to “pretty pacsun girl”, it read “this is the kid you helped pick out the multi-colored flannel sweatshirt a few days ago. as i’m eating my panera i saw your beautiful car. i didn’t have the guts to ask you for your name in the store cause i’m a whimp, but anywayz you should call me sometime. ok.”
to be totally honest i’m much more psyched to have received a note from an admirer/stalker than have it had been someone’s insurance info posted to my windshield and a giant dent somewhere in my car.
topping the night off driving around drinking baileys with hot chocolate wasn’t too shabby either.
