Pushing people away is my specialty.
|—||Chelsea Fagen - How To Not Be A Slut|
The body builder. I don’t think I’ve posted the conversation that lead to this mess. It kept going for a while longer. I about piddled I was laughing so hard.
I drunkenly told photoguy that I loved him. Right before I barfed. Um…if you have to get the girl drunk to say it - it doesn’t count!
R = Snoopy. I hung out with him (no sex - just the Red Wings game and a couple beers) and sent him a text letting him know I got home safely…at 11 pm.
J = Lifeguard. He wanted me to come over when I left Snoopys house.
1752 - D. The return of D…Clearly I haven’t talked to him in a while, since I felt compelled to delete his number from my phone. I didn’t reply.
I think I have a crush on a boy in real life. Das weird.