...and I swear I don't have a gun...

i decided today i'm buying a holster and instead of gun i will keep my emerson ID inside. so when i reach down, i will shoot my firery picture (read: awful) at the desk sitter. *pow pow* take that.

i figure i can't get those tacky gun tattoos (read: sexy) on my tummy, so i will buy a holster instead. i already walk around with a scarf on in 60 degree weather, i might as well go out. plus, cowboys are irresistable but not the boots or the hat, just tight jeans and those plaid shirts.

i'm afraid of what's ahead. if a sigh is an unrealized kiss than i must be the master at kissing. sigh sigh. 
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