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Welp, as it turns out, the idea of fisting is much different than the act of.
Unrelated, I need to replace my not-so-holy Kabbalah string.
When you have that one super hot friend you want to see naked, but like in a totally platonic way that involves a camera & some lube?
A lot of my focus is aimed on remaining aloof while hiding the sheer panic of trying not to stumble when I walk.
I try not to let things get the best of me, like vegetables that refuse to stay on my fork.
There's still panic in my eyes, though.
Of all your lies, the one I never tired of hearing was, "I love you."
I know the love is still there because I hate the fuck out of you.
Friend: Where's your class??
Me: (Raised cocktail) I'm working on it!
All romance ends up a little stalkerish.
My grimace and cocktail in hand are my fall essentials.
Constantly living on the edge by playing "Is that gas or get a fresh pair of undies ready?"
It's weird not to have drinking buddies who won't drink with me at 10am on a Sunday.
I mean, fuck having your life together or whatever.
"Again?" he asked when I told him I was hungover as shit.
That was the moment I knew we weren't gonna work out as a couple.
Those days when you are just so over it and ready to stab the first thing that dares to engage you in anything beyond "good morning."
People with clean dishes in the cupboard who don't give up on life, how do you do that?
STOP TEXTING ME WHEN I'M TRYING TO SEND YOU SUPER FUNNY SNAPCHATS, MOM!
An international man of mystery with a constant yearning to boogie down.