“Sorry,” I say to the mind reader in the room while I continue to think about gay sex in public places
i’m enjoying it, you’re excused
sent a really long facebook message to the kid who used to bully me in middle school
saying that I wasn’t mad at him and explaining how my life turned out after I moved and that I’ve gotten over it and stuff
and lots of other stuff
he doesn’t Facebook frequently but the thought of me sending it is enough for me.
He wasn’t there today.
I can’t find his name on the schedule list so I don’t know when he’s working or if he has off all this week.
I have his number though. I might text him.
LETS PLAY THE “TYPE THESE WORDS IN YOU R TAG BOX AND POST THE FIRST AUTOMATIC TAG THAT COMES UP” GAME: DIRTY WORD ADDITION OK
French toast crunch is kind of a big deal though
That was the shit that I used to eat when i had a babysitter before my mother left
She bought boxes and boxes of them and stashed them in places she knew i could reach but still had to fight to get to.
I found one in the bathroom once.