i have a date on friday night.

dita i hope she knows it’s a date, cuz im treating it like a date.

she better think its a date, cuz i want to go on a date with her.

a real date.

flowers, wine, movies, ruffies.

it was all through friendster. i sent her a message. i said, hey let me take you on a date.

she said, i would really like that.

i said, great, how about this day, she said, maybe but this day would be better.

that day was friday, universally known as hot date night.

and since shes a hot girl and im a… guy, that means she must know that this is a hot date.

as in dont make any plans with anyone else that night night.

as in wear something sultry night, cuz i will.

as in be prepared to get liquored up real good cuz at some point i will be asking to investigate tan lines.

and unlike the santa monica police force, im a thorough examiner.

i hope this girl wants it to be a date.

dates are great.

if youre reading this hot babe: lets have a date.

be nice. i’ll be nice.

first person who isnt nice has to take off their top and kiss me.

a good kiss too.

none of that phoney baloney air kisses.

fuck i hope its a real date.

sublog + sk smith + vacant