Now I’m not twee, but I do listen to twee; in the same way that I like girls and I am one, but I’m pretty homophobic. This is unlike my hatred for hippies.
Dancing drunk to twee, well it’s a sight. Especially after the one girl I want to kiss doesn’t want to kiss me. I’m not going to lie, that’s a BIG blow to Ego. Ego hasn’t felt like this in a very long time.
Solution:
a). make two twee girls cheat on their partners (one with boyfriend, other with girlfriend)
b). but to minimise guilt and the fact that you are precious with your cherry these days do nothing more but kiss. Just a many kiss. No harm done. Proceed to the check-out, remove Nixon/Hefner from your head and shove in some Devo or Slayer. Get completely and utterly inebriated and fain happiness.
c). be a cunt and run away (now this is integral).
Is it time to take a break? I do want to maintain my good girl persona after all.
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