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Some dude is wearing the exact same shirt as me,
but I suppose that's just what happens when you wear a white wife-beater in a Texas bar.
NOTE: Lot's of lesbians go to bars.
Which raise the question:
Do people at bars assume that I am a lesbian?
And avoids the much more pressing and personal question:
Am I?
ha ha ha.
Sometimes I find that the most entertaining and paranoid thing to do is pretend everyone around me is talking about me.
(And by pretend I mean believe.)
but I suppose that's just what happens when you wear a white wife-beater in a Texas bar.
NOTE: Lot's of lesbians go to bars.
Which raise the question:
Do people at bars assume that I am a lesbian?
And avoids the much more pressing and personal question:
Am I?
ha ha ha.
Sometimes I find that the most entertaining and paranoid thing to do is pretend everyone around me is talking about me.
(And by pretend I mean believe.)