In Defense of Friday Nights In
It’s Friday night. I am a young hot chick and I am at home in my pajamas and I don’t give a fuck. I’m tired, bitches. The last thing I want to do on a Friday night is go out and be around people. I’ve been around people all day all week and frankly I’m sick of people. Dogs, good. People, BLEH.
I just got back from walking my dogs around the neighborhood. Nearly every car that drove past me contained youngish people, probably going out for dinner, dancing, drinking, whatever. Perhaps some of them thought “aw, look at that poor sad girl, she has nothing to do but walk her dogs on a Friday night. LAME-O!”
Yeah. Whatever. I have threesomes and a double-digit orgasm record, so suck it.
