he's 24. he finally texted me instead of using facebook chat. baby steps.
I'm home alone watching The Hills seasons, eating pickles and drinking straight rye. I just googled "how to make friends". Probably not the most pro-active solution. Help.
WTF why am I in the Atlanta airport?
Whatever. They have the same name, so it's not even cheating. It's brand loyalty.
well. it's seven AM and i'm too high to hula hoop.
the only reason he called me tonight was because I fertilized his crops on farmville.
you refused to come out of the bathroom until i asked you in spanish
Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
Also, at 1:30 I emailed myself saying, "are you there Margaret? It's me, god"
Ever find yourself wondering if your life is God's way of telling a joke?
I'll always be here to give you immoral support.
It's been this way for a few days. I had chick fil a on Friday so this could be an attack from the Gay Gods as punishment.
Those thigh tattoos deserve the handsomest of grins between them. Dont settle.
He said he couldn't fuck me cause I kinda looked like my brother
The best walk of shames are on the highway
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