It will be Christmas Eve soon. Last night, I worked and then had some fun after earlier incapacitated in bed due to food poisoning. Met an old friend, with some interesting stuff.
Then, I spent the rest of the night trying to convince this girl that I'm depressed. It was no easy feat, and I ultimately failed.
"I'm depressed, really," I told her.
"You don't look depressed," she said.
"Really? What do I look like?"
"You look like someone who's having a laugh at the world."
"Maybe I am, but that kind of stuff never makes anyone happy."
"Then why are you smiling? And laughing? And why are your nipples all hard and stuff?"
"Not as hard as yours."
"Owhhh..."
