I don’t care where you are or how drunk you are or how drug fucked you are or how angry or how much work you’ve done that day or how tired you or that you can’t get it up because you’re too much of a mixture of all those things, I just want to be there. Tonight. And probably most nights until the point where I don’t want to be there which I can’t see occurring but it might but I don’t think it will, okay.
Realized I’ve been mistaking weakness for niceness. By being nice about a certain situation I’m actually being a pushover. DOH!!