It was my insanity that brought me to New York, and it's New York that's curing me of it.

Yeah...I'm gay.

There, I said it.

Well, I guess if we're sleeping together, I might as well take up social media again so we can resume the 'i like you enough to message you but not call or text' game.

Lord I hate Facebook...

No, really, I enjoy it when you bring your 'lovers' over to our apartment and moan so loud that I can hear you through your closed door, my closed door, and my head phones. It has also been lovely to involuntarily share all my groceries with you. But more than anything, I just love being told I'm wrong. Hm, wonder why we don't talk much anymore ( Read more... )

you know what cheap thick wine does to me? it makes me want to make out with the nearest person. good thing i live in hell's kitchen...!

So you wonder why I deleted my account? Here's why:
You message me; I freak out and get all twitterpated.
We have dinner; It's the single best night since I've moved to the East Coast. You touch me and I touch you back, we stare into each other's eyes, the couple next to us is visably jealous of our youthful fling, we agree to meet again. I message ( Read more... )

oh, i figured it out. i just want to get in touch with whoever has that magic wand that makes everything better and tell them to wave it in my direction.

 Ok, I'm starting to see how this city chews people up and spits them out...

 Hello???

 Should I ( Read more... )