1222 : RE: SO :

I got home last night at 5 am, drunk. I woke up on the train right when the doors swooshed and dinged opened at my stop. How cool is that? I got home, flopped on the couch and blasted music, thought about shit. This shit, that shit, words. I love that. Talked to a bunch of cutie New York ladies last night at a friend's bday thingy. There are so many women in NYC just dying for a man. An older French lady was there, not dying for a man. So fucking sexy. She's a chef and teaches salsa. She had a colorful jacket. And that voice, wow. Smile, nice. Eyes, yeah. And her attitude was starlight. There was a nerdy/sexy teacher, too, who hates kids and told a story about all the fucking criminals she deals with at school. Her friend had a fuhgeddaboudit Staten Island accent and nice tits. A 23yo sent me a text. I haven't fucked a 23yo in more than a decade. I had to wake up at 9 am to work from home. I am eating eggs.