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I hooked up with a guy at the club last night. He was drunk but he was a sweetheart. I don't regret it. I'm just angry that the one not-gay-gay-guy I meet finds me intellectually incapacitated by flashing lights and nipples. I wish I had the quick wit books are made of. Sometime it would just be easier to be who you want to be.
At the Artistery I met a black dog at the top of the stairs. Condensation rolled from his tongue as he stood heaving, I looked into his eyes and shared sad thoughts. I patted my bad omen on the head and went on my way. I hope this doesn't mean I have HIV.
I just spent two hours making a third-grade-esque macaroni christmas card for my Ma, and what is basically a chocolate flavoured pile of diabetes for my sister. I hope they go down well.
At the Artistery I met a black dog at the top of the stairs. Condensation rolled from his tongue as he stood heaving, I looked into his eyes and shared sad thoughts. I patted my bad omen on the head and went on my way. I hope this doesn't mean I have HIV.
I just spent two hours making a third-grade-esque macaroni christmas card for my Ma, and what is basically a chocolate flavoured pile of diabetes for my sister. I hope they go down well.