How’s your day? Is it Wednesday yet?
Not too bad, busy. But I have to say, I’m a little apprehensive about coming over on Wednesday.
Ohhh, I get it. You had fun giving me the full-court press up until last night and making out Sunday but the minute I prioritize writing over you, you try to make me feel like a stupid slut. Thanks asshole
Maybe it’s nerves. Defense mechanisms. I didn’t plan to meet anyone.
Or maybe it’s because you think you’re God’s gift but you’re really just a pasty cracker with sleep apnea and a beer gut
Not cancelling. Maybe I’ll even re-think this by tomorrow.
How’s your day?
Great, now that you reminded me why I hate people
Is it egotistical of me to think it’s not totally great because I’ve been wishy-washy?
You are egotistical. But good to hear you’re also self-aware
I really hope I didn’t ruin your day or mood today. Just sharing my thoughts/feelings, weird and/or unfounded as they may be or seem to be.
Fuck your feelings
Isla and I had Chinese food for dinner. Thought I’d send you these.
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One is just nonsense.
Naw bro, you are nonsense.
So, I still need to see your tattoos…
All you need to know is that they’re there to remind me why I should stay away from you