Kitchen, bedroom, I knew it
Kitchen, bedroom, I knew it was a room I was good in!
Though I do feel I should be a least somewhat cryptic about this, I want the world to know that last night I said no to the knock on my bedroom door not once, not twice, but three times. Not that there was realy anything wrong with her, she just wasn't my type and the one night stand thing just isn't my style. Instead I laid on my bed and fell asleep listening to Merle Haggard. Because, I don't care what the rest of you think, I like Merle Haggard, dammit.
