I'm unintentionally a serial lady killer.
For some reason, I draw them in (unknowingly), then I realise it, and then I kill them.
Dead.
God, my backyard is running out of ground for bodies.
I'll have to buy more land.
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Really, though.
I'm one of those people who would rather be alone.
But I think I just booked every Monday and Wednesday from 12-1:3o. The only 'friend' I made at school has to wait for the next class during that time, and I go home then, so I offered to wait with her today.
Well, I assume it's going to be an everyday thing now.
I like going home and being alone. I love it, really.
Though it was nice to be out today. She took me to some restaurant that I've never heard of.
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I am sick of killing ladies, though.
Why must I be cursed with these dashing good looks?
- October 25, 2010
- Cest-La-Vie
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