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February 15, 2005
How many times do you have to offer me your odd juice concoction (cranberry, orange, and who knows what the hell else) and have me tell you, "No thanks, I don't ‘do' juice,"before you get it through your head that you really should have something in your refrigerator that I'll actually drink?

Inside my head, I'm screaming, "God DAMN you, you motherfucking MORON, I don't drink juice, I don't drink juice, I DON'T FUCKING DRINK JUICE!!!"while outside I'm politely declining the offer.

Dear god, I really do hope he offers it to me the next time I'm there.