drunk girls come knocking

11 October 2004 @ 01:10
my mood

That was odd.

Really, really odd.

A rather drunk girl was just knocking at the front door. Her car stalled out and she couldn't get it started again. She wanted to know if she could leave it here until morning.

What was I supposed to say? No? I don't think so.

It was just strange.

I live out in the middle of nowhere. Not even my friends visit me here.

But drunk girls come knocking at 1 AM.
--Annie

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