March 2010
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A little retarded, a lot weird
Long time, no write. I’ve been busy. Doing stuff. Don’t fucking worry about it. Ok??? Anyway. I was leaving for work this morning and ran into the new guy in the building. I will call him Chris. (Oh wait. That’s his name. Oh. He might be crazy. Anyway. Chris.) So he was outside on the front porch smoking a cigarette and this is how our conversation went:
Chris: hey, good...
January 2010
7 posts
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And then there was... Well... None.
A few years ago I was working at the Red Lobster in Sterling, VA. A random array of people were there every day and I made pretty good money. I mean I was the ONLY competent server working there. And also the cutest. Everyone always flirted with me and I felt awesome.
One day this incrediblyhandsome everythingieverwanted kind of guy walked in. He was German (oh my GOD his accent. Well, I…...
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I'll have the online boyfriend with a side of...
Let’s be honest. I’ve fallen into some really bad relationship with actual crazy people, whether I was bored or naive in these situations I’m still not sure. I’ve had it all. Stalkers. Serial killers (ok, I’m still not sure about this one but he COULD have killed me). Felons. Old men pretending to be young men. Women pretending to be men. Institutionalized people....
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Bondage. Or. I mean. KFC. Yeah.
Jon: ...The only bad situation I want to put myself in now is a situation with you that requires a safety word
Me: The only bad situation I want to put myself in is KFC.
J: Ouch. I thought we were on the same page as far as bondage goes
Me: I thought you were talking about KFC also.
J: Oh. No. I wanted you to whip me and tell me how bad of a boy I've been.
Me: isn't that KFC?
J: yeah... I guess...
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This is what I'm talking about! →
This could be my kid.
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They will be singing "dance, dance, dance, little...
Yesterday, even with my fever, we headed to DC to the IMS at the DC convention center. Of course there are only two booths we look at and the rest of the time we just scan the crowd for creepy people, which there were A LOT of. This year they had some kind of stunt motorcycle riding. It literally scared the shit out of me. How are people so fearless? I’m afraid of everything.
I decided...
I'm tumbling.
No. Not like the carnival ride, or high school gymnastics. But I’d like that. This is my place for gossip too juicy for Facebook, or what’s happening-ings too long for Twitter. My fmls and mlias. Plus, I know you want more of me.