i talk to strangers
yesterday, i gave my phone number to a nice-seeming young man at (this) cvs:
my response to his barrage of texts and calls (which i felt so bad about sending that i used an emoticon):
his response to my response to his barrage of texts and calls:
all this because i couldn't find where they kept the toothpicks, and you simply can't make a toothpick ferris wheel with a bottle of elmer's glue and no toothpicks. Labels: dispatches from the bleakend, first impressions count
3 Comments:
stupid fucker
Soooo...did you end up hanging out with him?
yes! we played in the mud. we got dirty. we had such a good time.
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