I’m taking myself out on a date.
I put on my red dress.
Painted my nails.
Brushed my hair.
Sprayed on perfume.
And put on red lipstick.
I’m taking myself to the museum, then a evening stroll to the waffle stand, and if it’s on sale, a bottle of tequila. Then i’m going to take myself back to my place, slay some shit on Skyrim, and hopefully pass out somewhere in the vicinity of my bed. I’m going to romance the fuck out of myself.


