Mar. 17th, 2011

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Tonight I have four dates. They are all cancelled. I can't keep up with myself at the moment. I run from one end of Paris to the other scratching off appointments and getting drunk, and I don't know if it's the springtime or whatever, but I seem to be giving off some sort of "kiss me" hormone.

Last night there was this redhead. Oh Lord. If it wasn't for certain monthly bleeding patterns she would still in be in my bed now, but because of that I had to content myself with kissing her in the corner of the bar for a few hours and then getting her number. Six days and I'll call her. (Then on the way out of the bar I saw the cute waitress in the café across the street. So I ran into the café, caught her, made out with her, and ran away again. Without saying a word. She was completely unfazed, which is why I love her.)

All that to say that my whoredom continues unabashed, and strikes fear into the hearts of innocent bystanders.

I think it might be a good idea to get my gym card back from Delilah so that I can, you know, work off some of this energy. Or maybe just hang out trying to pick up girls at the drinking fountain.

I should also probably cut down on my Jagermeister intake. It's just ridiculous at the moment.

Ah, I'm living the 18-year-old's dream.


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